Entry 133; Day 298

So, apparently I'm not the only one who can't remember what happened yesterday. I suppose there's some consolation in that, and makes me feel certain it's a curse. But, still, amnesia is not at all a comfortable experience.

For the better part of the day, I've been trying to remember what I did yesterday, but it's as though the day never happened--no, it's as though there's a hole in my memory where yesterday ought to be, and there's nothing there. I can tell that I can't remember it, but why can't I remember it, and what did I do? It's like forgetting a dream upon waking, but this is not sleeping: this is my very life I've forgotten.

I didn't post anything on the Network, so I've no record there, but today's posts make it seem as though amnesia is a common complaint today; only a handful of people are able to recall the day before.

Did we do something en masse that made the 'deities' curse us to forget it? There's dust and smashed walls, so did we rebel and forget it? Was there another attack of some sort, like the 'Stewards' again? The posts I've found seem to suggest that there was a curse the day before, and an unpleasant one at that.

I can't find an explanation for it any easier than I can remember what I've forgotten. It's truly like a hole in my memory--a missing day. It's a curse, clearly, but that doesn't comfort me in the slightest. From the posts I've seen, there was a curse yesterday as well, and yet I've no knowledge as to whether I was affected by it in the first place.

At least we'll hear no complaints on the Network about the curse the day before. Then again, we're in the midst of a curse now, so it's a bit premature to complain yet.

Unless, hypnotism?--And here I was telling Mr. Tatsumi about the very thing the day before--but not yesterday, so what happened yesterday? --No, it's clearly a curse and not their doing, though it's something like what they might do--I mustn't panic--

I've my clothes from yesterday--or, I presume they're yesterday's clothes; really, I've no way of being certain--and nothing seems especially out of place in my room. Everything is where I expect it to be, and there are no drastic changes, nor signs of struggle or violence. I know my name, my room, and what I did the day before yesterday; I went out with Lucien a few days before that, and I 'joined' more than a few clubs the day before that. But yesterday still eludes me.

And stranger still, very faintly there's the smell of tobacco smoke, cigarette smoke, but I can't find the source of it. It's lingering here and there, in my clothes. No one I know of in the opera house smokes. But it isn't the smell of pipe smoke either, mercifully--

It's worrisome to forget a day, but more worrying regarding what one might have done in that lost memory, especially when there is evidence that both today and yesterday were curses. It's a curse, yes, and I'll put it down as that, but that doesn't change my question: what did I do yesterday?

Riff, Merry, Suzette, are you all right? Do you recall yesterday or am I alone in this?

~C.

[ooc: Cain was not affected by the curse yesterday, but, please, feel free to torment the boy, suggest he got drunk again, suggest he was flirting with anything in a skirt, suggest he was wearing a skirt, suggest he had a three-way with Light and Dr. Muraki (inside joke)...]