incredible days and horrible nights

Today I had a very brain stimulating day. I haven't had one of those in a long time. My brain definitely got some long needed exercise, except the brain is not a muscle, so it can't actually exercise, but that's a whole different matter.
I think it's fun to meet people that you only know through other people, or from the internet, or in this case, both. I thought today it was the second time this happened to me, but then I searched my memory and remembered there were actually a few. Let's count them off:
1. Canadian boy whose name I can't remember right now, who lived on a farm with his mother and about 12 siblings (mostly adopted) near Prague. They had transported 50 horses, among other animals, across the ocean, but evil Czech people poisoned most of their animals, so when I came to visit the farm, there were only 3-4 horses around. How horrible is that?!?!!?! He is truly one of the most tragic boys I've ever met. He is a gay Jew, the oldest of the children of a single mother, his father was in prison (I think for killing) and half of the children were mentally handicapped. He was also home schooled, a goth, and completely self-destructive and depressed. I met him 3 times, but I just couldn't go on. Every conversation would turn to the same thing, and I couldn't do it any more. If he wasn't going to help himself, nobody else could help him. I told him that. And we never spoke again. I found him online on some goth website prior to these meetings, that's how I got to know him.
2. A Spanish girl from a little town near Barcelona. I got to know her on Myspace, which was before FB was the shit, and everyone used Myspace, or at least everyone around me. I don't remember much about her, she came to Prague with her Mom and Anda was visiting then, and we went for a couple of drinks in Harleys Bar, and that's all I remember about her. I think her name was Adriana.
3. A group of young people from Denmark. I met one girl on Myspace, and she said her + friends were coming to Prague and would we like to hang out? And I said absolutely. We met in a club, I forget the name of it, it was on Vaclavske Namesti, and we hung out for a bit, then we went to another club, which I have no idea where it was or what it was called, but then I lost her. So the meeting consisted of about 30 min conversation in which neither could hear the other, and then losing each other in another club. Great.
4. Steve Aron!! Nuff said.
5. Simon. Today. It's so good to talk to someone who is very intelligent and knows things in areas I don't, so I can't be a snob because I am absolutely fascinated by those things that I know nothing about. It's also nice to get away from art students who are so... bleh.

I know there were others, but after a severe migraine that I had earlier, my brain right now is not functioning as well as it should be. I met some girl in Paris, and in our hour together she told me all her love problems. And then there were others still.

Migraines are no fun kids. What started out as a little poke in the brain when I was travelling on the Victoria line and thinking about how the bus stop is closed and I would have to walk to another one which would probably be really full of desperate people trying to catch a bus home, and really not wanting to walk that extra block because I was developing a poke in the brain - all this turned into a severe head-splitting nauseating eye-hurting and brain-shivering migraine which made me collapse in bed, in the dark, with my eyes closed shut and tears running down my face because I hate pain. Then the pulsating stopped for a bit, I ran downstairs, got some juice, took some pills and lay down again, this time face up, staring at the ceiling and wondering how many more years of migraines I would have to endure. I fell asleep and woke up 10 minutes later to find my head completely normal, healthy, with no tension or pain, and went down to dinner. I guess sometimes a tiny nap and pills do work after all.

Some images for entertainment. I'm off to read Fowles.