Howl at the Moon.
In the course of trying to get my memory back I have done everything I can think of to spark something. Nothing has worked. I've watched home movies, gone through pictures and scrapbooks, gone back to Seattle, gone to the bakery, hung out with Quil - EVERYTHING. Things are getting frustrating to say the least. Sunday night I was going through my scrapbooks and pictures for what seems like the 100th time when I just couldn't stand it any more! I slammed the book shut and ran outside. I can't tell you that I've ever felt the way I felt just then before in my life. I was shaking and hot but not sweating. I couldn't think and every part of my body just felt wrong. My dad must have known how upset I was because he followed me out onto the porch to try to calm me down. He told me to go for a run and that it always used to help. I stood up feeling things quickly starting to fall apart and took off as fast as I could toward the beach. I was running and crying and my back fe...