A few mythic clues and a very bad day...

Over the weekend and spilling into Monday, I kept my eyes peeled for the "glitch in the matrix". And I must say I did not need to look very far indeed....

The first mythic clue came to me in the form of my roommate. It was a Saturday night and a couple of friends and I were taking my roommate out for a bit of dancing, as it was her birthday. The moment we entered the dance hall my roommate was coated with male attention, and at first she very much enjoyed this, but as the night persisted, so did one particular young man. It came to the point where my roommate actually took flight in order to escape the young man's attentions, she ran out the dance hall and onto the street before my friends and I were able to catch up to her. What image came to my mind as we escorted my roommate back to the dorm was that of Apollo and Daphne, one poor girl running from a powerfully unwanted partner.

The second clue arrived in the form of a spider, not some feeble thing that lazed about on the wall, no, this was a spider to remember. The arachnid has poised itself in the corner of my dorm hall, a small web near my shoe as I walked past. I accidentally tore part of the web from the wall and the spider bolted for me. It was quite the large, angry creature, and very persistent in its pursuit of me. After a bit of swatting and foul language, the spider retreated to a higher corner of the wall and fixed its eyes on me in the most unnerving way. I have never seen, nor do I think I ever will again, such utter hatred displayed in a spider. Therefore, I came to think of this particular menace as one of Arachne's get; a furious little stub of her progeny that was angry with me for destroying all of its hard spinning.

The third clue came to me on Monday, which also happened to a very bad day...

I was walking back to my dorm at about 4 in the morning when I stopped to catch my breath quickly. It between my harried breaths and my footsteps that I came to notice how quiet it was. No dogs barking, no people talking, no bikes or longboards, not even the whisper of the wind. I think that perhaps this was the most important mythic clue I had encountered, the silence. When the din of modern society faded, all that was left was what was in Illo Tempore. Only the echo of the beginning could be heard, and in that soft resonating silence, I could hear every myth known to man.
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On another, more disgusting note, I bring you the tale of one very bad Monday....
It all began with a morning snack of beef jerky, (purchased at a gas station I might add) my roommates and I enjoyed those meaty tidbits up until around 11 in the morning, when our stomachs announced their displeasure. Lunch was forgone, and the afternoon was spent by all in a great deal of pain. Eventually the pain ceased and we moved on towards the Library in order to study. One roommate, let's call her "Wendy", was still in a bit of pain, and as we went out to hunt down a table, she complained that the pain was growing worse. When tears began to run down her eyes, I suggested we visit the ER. Wendy and "Kate" journeyed towards the dorm to fetch a few items whilst I fetched my car. When I got to the dorm Wendy was howling in pain and Kate was shoving her into my frontseat. I sped away only to find that Kate had not grabbed a GPS, I didn't know where the hospital was located, Wendy cursed my stupidity and commanded that I drive forward into the unknown. I eventually found my way to the hospital when Wendy began to scream into my ear and howl obscenities towards both myself and Kate, this must have upset her stomach for she emptied it on both my frontseat and myself. Stinking like a cur, I hauled Wendy into the ER and then left to park the car. Half an hour later, Wendy was situated in a stylish hospital gown and still screaming in the most foul language available. One more hour passed before Wendy was hooked up to a lovely IV full of morphine and was quieted.

We got to that hospital at 8:30 at night, and we didn't leave until 4 in the morning. I dropped Kate and Wendy(who was fine by now, having a body pumped full of painkillers) off at the door and left to park my fouled car. Of course there were no spots near the dorm, and of course I had to park on the opposite side of campus, coated in my friend's stomach acid. The smell of my car was nightmare-inducing, but what could be done? So I left it for another hour's concern and walked towards my dorm, alone, jacket-less, and smelling like I'd just enjoyed a long stay in the 2nd circle of Hell.