I made myself a cup of coffee this morning. I clearly remember putting the coffee bag in the cup, pouring water, adding sugar and milk.
I do not remember drinking my coffee.
I was brushing my teeth when I pondered the wisdom of doing so before having had my coffee, as it would now taste like ass. When I came back into the kitchen, I was looking for my cup. It was in the pile of washing up that needs to be done. It was empty.
This is freaking me out.