I'm staring at a distorted reflection of myself in this huge round mirror in my room. I'm thinking that I don't recognize the person I see. I move my lips and hear my own voice. This is the image that everyone else sees but that girl isn't me. I laid down on the bed staring at the ceiling fan as the lights focused and blurred in my vision. I didn't know what to think except that I wished I was falling. I wanted to reach out and find myself crossing into a different reality. It all reminded me of something out of a David Lynch movie. ... speaking of which, I started watching Mulholland Drive. I'm 1/3 of the way into the movie... I keep getting interupted. It has the same flavor as the Twin Peaks series and it's pretty good so far. I need to finish watching it.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Houston to go shopping at an outlet mall. I need to get some more business casual clothes to wear to work.