I'm feeling somewhat better now. I still can't get my memories straight. I jumped of a building. I stabbed a power socket. I hung myself. Each time I try to remember it's different. Each of them seem real. All my memories before that are just a bunch of headache inducing bright colors. At least Indrid is gone now. Not dead, but gone. I think it would take a lot more than the death of his host to kill him.
My right arm is currently broken, likely happened during my suicide attempt. I don't know how to measure the freshness of a cast but I know that to get one I would have to have been at a hospital at some point. I guess the next thing to do is check the area for Hospitals and see if anyone remembers me. I'm going to have to make up a really good excuse for how I broke my arm and lost the memory of it. Car crash maybe?
Oh and I figured out what I lost. For the longest time I kept thinking that there was something I was supposed to be reading, so I looked back Indrid's last few posts on my blog and figured it out. 40 odd American Legends by