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Phew... It would seem that I had a bit of a black-out for the past three and half weeks. There is a condition (I have it) known as "Intermittent Explosive Disorder", but which I fondly refer to as 'The Rage'. Based on my last journal entry it seems fair to deduce that sweet 'Lady R' had me under her seductive spell, and now it is a matter of picking up the pieces. Usually it takes some clever sleuth-work to map out my action and reactions during these forgotten times and, honestly, I find it invigorating. Observe. In my immediate surroundings we have the following clues: my keyboard (which has had the numbers one, seven and zero removed from both the number pad and the line of keys directly above the letter keys), a child's pool filled with bullets and what smells like dijon mustard. Hopefully it's dijon mustard. Also, there is a floor tom with no small amount of blood on it. Last but not least, a wheel from a train. I haven't explored the rest of the abode yet, and I'm nervously excited as to what I will find!