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Sep. 13th, 2010 09:46 amFour years ago I was living in an apartment in the city with two of my friends and working Monday to Friday, 9 to 5, at a Subway restaurant about ten blocks from my apartment. I had decided to take a year off to work out what I wanted to do with my life after high school because I'd spent the previous year in a college program I pretty much hated.
There's a lot I don't remember about September 13th, 2006. But there's a lot I do.
It was a Wednesday morning. I woke up at about 9 am, showered, and got dressed for work. I went into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast, and I noticed one of my roommates, and my best friend, Chara, wasn't out of bed yet. I knew her class started at 10, and I thought maybe she overslept, so I knocked on the door to check. I distinctly remember that I stuck my head around the swinging door, and that she told me she wasn't feeling well but she was going to try to make it to her class at 1:00pm.
I left for work.
I don't remember my morning shift at all.
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There's a lot I don't remember about September 13th, 2006. But there's a lot I do.
It was a Wednesday morning. I woke up at about 9 am, showered, and got dressed for work. I went into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast, and I noticed one of my roommates, and my best friend, Chara, wasn't out of bed yet. I knew her class started at 10, and I thought maybe she overslept, so I knocked on the door to check. I distinctly remember that I stuck my head around the swinging door, and that she told me she wasn't feeling well but she was going to try to make it to her class at 1:00pm.
I left for work.
I don't remember my morning shift at all.
( Read the rest under the cut. )