LOST TIME

I am writing today knowing it is Thursday, July 7, 2011. The odd thing is, I don't remember the last 2 days. The last thing I remember is taking a picture of the strange copper sculpture. No one in the hotel is acting like anything is odd. I was suppose to check out on the 5th. No one has said anything. I still have the sculpture. No sign of the scorpions. I am going to go visit Doug again tomorrow. I have a feeling I will not be leaving anytime soon.