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* Life remains incredibly stressful. It is slowly getting (a little) less so, but I am still stressed and practicing all sorts of bad personal habits because of it, mostly of the not-sleeping/poor eating choices variety. My mother scolded me not to be stressed, but conceded the point that it's a lot easier said than done. Hrrrrrr.
* As a result, I am feeling sort of ... blah and meh and disconnected from everything and everyone. Part of me just wants to retreat to an isolated bunker on a hill in the middle of nowhere with just my cat and nothing else, but the rest of me knows that then I'd just feel sad because no one loved me enough to come and find me. I am juggling between the extremes of "I don't want to see anyone argh I hate everything, don't look at me or I will punch you into next year" and "please love me everyone even if I am a sad irritating pathetic person, I will roll over and do tricks for you." Normally I like to think I am in a comfortable happy medium between the two, but right now it is like a MENTAL ROLLARCOASTER WOO! One day I will find a way to perfectly resolve this internal conflict, and when I do I will go on the talkshow circuit and become a gazillionaire.
* I am writing! ... It is slow and awkward and painful because I am out of practice, but ffff at least I am writing. It's nice. :( I've missed it.
* I am reading Packing For Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void, which is Mary Roach's newest book. If you've read her others (which I would highly recommend--they would be Stiff [a book about cadavers and death], Spook [a book about ghosts and the afterlife], and Bonk! [a book about sex]), it's the same sort of irrelevant humor and random extra facts that aren't about the topic on hand, but came up dovetailed with her research. There is an entire chapter about astronauts and motion sickness. There's a footnote about a man who was anti-gravity and determined to find a way to break free from the shackles of its tyranny. It is pretty awesome.
* \o_O/
* As a result, I am feeling sort of ... blah and meh and disconnected from everything and everyone. Part of me just wants to retreat to an isolated bunker on a hill in the middle of nowhere with just my cat and nothing else, but the rest of me knows that then I'd just feel sad because no one loved me enough to come and find me. I am juggling between the extremes of "I don't want to see anyone argh I hate everything, don't look at me or I will punch you into next year" and "please love me everyone even if I am a sad irritating pathetic person, I will roll over and do tricks for you." Normally I like to think I am in a comfortable happy medium between the two, but right now it is like a MENTAL ROLLARCOASTER WOO! One day I will find a way to perfectly resolve this internal conflict, and when I do I will go on the talkshow circuit and become a gazillionaire.
* I am writing! ... It is slow and awkward and painful because I am out of practice, but ffff at least I am writing. It's nice. :( I've missed it.
* I am reading Packing For Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void, which is Mary Roach's newest book. If you've read her others (which I would highly recommend--they would be Stiff [a book about cadavers and death], Spook [a book about ghosts and the afterlife], and Bonk! [a book about sex]), it's the same sort of irrelevant humor and random extra facts that aren't about the topic on hand, but came up dovetailed with her research. There is an entire chapter about astronauts and motion sickness. There's a footnote about a man who was anti-gravity and determined to find a way to break free from the shackles of its tyranny. It is pretty awesome.
* \o_O/
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