When I looked at my last post I thought maybe someone had hijacked my account or that I had forgot to log out when I was at that cyber cafe, but I think now that there may be another explanation. As my father grew older he seemed to lose his bearings a bit earlier than most men his age. Some doctors said he was just senile, but I never really bought that argument. I spent more time around him than they did for christ sake. Once I learned about schizophrenia in high school health class I was convinced that it was exactly what he suffered from. My mind was often occupied with the fear of succumbing to the same fate and now it seems I have. My memory has spots of nothingness in it. Periods of black that carry deeply but have no meaning. If I tell anyone I fear I will be locked away in a looney bin for the rest of my days lying around heavily medicated. I need to think fast.