I could have told you today was going to be a weird today from pretty much the start of it.

At roughly 2 o'clock in the morning I started dreaming, out of nowhere, about inquenchable hunger. It was terrible, no matter how much I ate, my stomach hurt more and more. I woke up in a cold sweat with my belly feeling like it was going to burst with pain. In my waking delusion, I ran downstairs and started stuffing my face and it wasnt until five minutes later that I realized that something much worse than an empty stomach was wrong with me. I ran upstairs and asked my parents for some tums, thinking heartburn, which I had to run outside half-naked for, and which didnt help me in the least. After sitting in bed with that pain for five more minutes, I got on the computer, tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I was fearing appendicitis, but I was relieved to find that the pain from appendicitis comes from the left abdomen, while my pain was set squarely on the right part of my belly. I then settled on the fact that I had the stomach flu, which wasnt much better considering the symptoms were diarrea and massive throw ups. I called my mom in and she had me go back to bed with a bucket by my side. Remember all this happened at 2 in the morning, in the middle of the dark. In the five hours from 2 - 7 I woke up about 20 times, each time my stomach seemed to feel worse and I was more nauseated. After the last fitful waking up around 6, I put myself asleep for a final time to be awoken an hour later by my dads yell "Brian! are you going to school??". I got up and started saying "of course not, i'm sick" when I realized there was no pain at all. Wow, if my mom hadnt been involved, I coulda swore I dreamed it. That was some pretty intense pain. VERY odd, i hope it doesnt happen again.

All in all, today was as odd as it started out. To be symbolic, I feel like my heart is twisting and jumping everywhere, just like my stomach, trying to find a non-existent place to settle down. I had settled down in a fake little paradise last week and the week before, but paradises always become convoluted. Its a sad fact of life. Time to find myself a new one.

Good trance music is always hard to come by. The good stuff has alot of variety, but not too much, alot of speed and beat, but not too much, and a certain flow that makes it artful. I havnt listened to any trance in a long time because it seems like ive heard all the good things too many times. thanks to calvin, however, i have come across a complete gem of trance glory that consists of a flowing one-hour long tune that concatenates several of my favorite songs from my freshie days (long since forgotten) together with some other really good tunes. This mix just proves to me why I fell in love with trance in the first place: the wind from the bass out of the speakers, the tempo which makes me type and think so much faster, and the lack of interruption from lyrics.