Way back in the late 60s or early 70s there were a couple of instances where an entire day of my life just disapeared. I had absolutly no memory of anything that happened on those days. It probably had something to do with the pot I was smoking at the time but I always wrote it off as an alien abduction. It was much easier to deal with that way. Anyway this morning my wife questioned me about sugar spilled all over the kitchen counter top. I told the Mrs. that since I am on a diet I haven't used sugar in weeks. So I just went into my computer room (office) and next to my computer desk there is an empty bowl with a spoon and a couple of cheerios in the bottom and a thick paste of milk and sugar. I swear I have no memory what so ever of waking up or eating cheerios last night. I'm thinking either we had a home invader who got hungry last night or the aliens are at it again. If it was aliens I just hope they didn't use that damn anal probe.