A Mirror Floating in Water

Well, this morning after getting off of LitNet and msn, I went up stairs to do the dishes, then some job hunting. With extreme luck, I found something at this online magazine based in Milwaukee. The best positions weren't open of course, but the photography examiner one was!

This is perfect, because I don't have to even leave the comfort of my house; I just have to submit a certian number of articles each week or month, and I get paid through Pay-Pal, the pay being far above minimum wage, which is what my standards were.

Now I haven't gotten the job yet, and I am still preparing my application, but I am just really hyped about this whole thing.

Now comes the absolute polarization of the day. While I was getting ready to fill out my application, I started seeing blue dots (like as if you've been staring into the sun) and I couldn't read becasue they were blocking my vision. Then I started to feel really nauseas, so I went to my bed to lay down. Then the part of my head just above that eye, started pounding in a magnaminously incredible pain, as if a knife was being cut through my brain. My nausea just increased and I started getting the shivers and felt as if my stomach was ready to explode.

I was quite melodramatic and wailed in pain like a little baby, my caring step-mom saying that it was a migraine (I had never had one before). It all ended with me taking some Excedrin (whose effects were slow, but in the end, effective) and me throwing up helplessly onto my bed, then into a bowl multiple times. I had quite a hard time going to sleep (it was daytime mind you) because the pain was too distracting. It was a good thing that my bedroom is in the basement so that there is very little natural light, and all lights can just be shut off at will, because whenever there was a light on, or somebody spoke to me, my mind just exploded in nausea.

Well, once I fell asleep, I had an extremely weird and mind-boggling fever dream, in which I was in an empty lecture hall and then I went outside to be picked up by my mom, and all around me were little children. My Mom happened to be the Mystery Man from David Lynch's Lost Highway (picture) and then I found myself being chased by something which was speaking in a backwards-tounge and I kept running through the same doors, one which represented death; another which represented; life, another; torutre, another; love. And I ran through the latter two first, all of them leading to the same hallway, to the same doors, I went through life; same thing. I then felt so traumatized and exhaused, that I just decided that death was the best thing for me, so I went through it (ready to die), until it turned out that it was just another meaningless door, which led to the same hallway as all the others did. At that point I woke up. . .with my migrane gone.


Well, sorry for making this so long and bland. But it was just a strange juxtaposition of expreiences I thought would be worth sharing.