I was sitting at home, stressing out as usual. Not surprisingly, I've procrastinated on my Data Sheet. I was focusing on my work as I stared at the screen of my laptop, only looking down every now and then to check my book. My Mom had entered the room and scolded me for something about poor lighting, but I wasn't really paying attention.
"Marc, does your lamp not work? You can't work with such little light."
"Okay Mom."
"Are you listening to me?"
"Maybe."
"...I'm going to go see if it works now, I'll get a new light bulb."
"Okay Mom."
My Mom did exactly as she said, and got the new bulb. Now, I hadn't believed it would work, since this lamp had been broken for ages. I had simply kept it for...well....no real reason I suppose. Decoration maybe? I don't know, to be honest. After she put the bulb in and turned on the light, however, it started working. Unbeknownst to me, the lamp was pointed right in my face. A flash of bright, white light blinded me and I immediately tried to cover my eyes. "Hey, uh, Mom, can you change that bulb? White light creeps me out, it reminds me of hospitals and asylums." I slowly moved the lamp so it wasn't burning my eyes, although I stopped after I realized what I had said.
The bright light reminded me of the light from Shutter Island, when the Marshal gets his "migraines," while the asylum comment reminded me of pretty much everything we've talked about for the past month.
After the Data Sheet is done, I am going to sleep off this insanity.
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