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Today, a very pretty blond woman smacked me on the ass and then apologized and ran away. I admit to being confused.

Normally when I'm kidnapped, I have an idea of why I've been kidnapped. Unless, of course, I haven't been kidnapped. It could be an involuntary jump forward in time, or---hey, maybe I have amnesia of the past year. I could be dreaming.

My dreams usually have fruit in them. I have an entire orange grove at home; I hope Ted thought to take care of it while I was on my time-traveling amnesia adventures.

Anyone know where I can get some fresh fruit? Not the canned stuff, real, fresh fruit. Maybe mangos---or a papaya. Papaya sounds great right about now.