After two weeks of euphoria I am plummeting deep into the darkness...chatting with the spiders...silking in the shadows...I fantasize about flying off of bridges like a wingless bird but I content myself with cigarettes and coffee. I am questioning everything...I've learned some good coping skills for these moments...Eurydice is my guide to the underworld...but are my career plans realistic? I'm a senior in college pursuing a degree in psychology. As I writhe on the floor for two weeks, my hair a tangled mess...dishes piled in the sink...sleeping on the floor in my clothes...haunted by the dark music of the land of the dead...I have to question my plans. I am always at the rodeo riding the bulls or I'm at the carnival in a hall of mirrors, riding carnival rides trading nightmares and dreams with the carnies.