Another whiteboard?

Steve woke up the next day rather early. He felt well rested, but when he tried to remember when he went to sleep last night, but he simply couldn´t. In fact, he couldn´t remember anything from the last evening. Eventually he just shook it off as he finished his morning business and went downstairs.

As he arrived in the kitchen, he went towards the fridge to drink some milk as always. When he closed the door, he took a look at todays rules for his roommates. At first there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, but then he looked a little bit further down. Again his head felt fuzzy.

He almost felt like there was another whiteboard with another set of rules. He stood in front of the fridge for a while and then shook his head. Must be his imagination. Something though felt different.