August 25th 1898 I found myself under the bed with a small wooden box in the morning. Must have fallen asleep before the drugs had worn off. I swear someone is going to open the door and find me dead one day with as many drugs that have run through my system. Today has been a good day so far, I finally was able to get up and eat breakfast, then lunch. Walked the vineyard until the sun went down and I'm going to try and sleep, but the darkness is creeping...