I killed the day. I may as well have cut off its head and mounted it on my wall. Let it be known that Saturday, June 11th, 2016 was struck dead between the eyes by NineCaliber.
This was a really eventful weekend. Went to BABSCon 2016. Came home and my big brother is here visiting from Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Not a surprise, and I love my brother (he's a major reason I'm such a nerd today--the guy collects Star Wars and Strawberry Shortcake for heavens sake) BUT OH MY GOD. If I thought his wife visiting was an extended trip through awkward city, this shit is worse. Yesterday we had a barbecue and everyone got drunk. Husband got mad at having to deal with the in-law BS
Baloo, my big brother, is going back to Guantanamo Bay today. He drove me crazy half the time, and yet I'm still sad he's going. SmallCaliber seemed confused as to why his uncle was packing his stuff and leaving us behind. I managed to not cry.
I even forgot to take my meds yesterday, so I feel lethargic and achey. Fun.
Sometimes I find myself so provoked to type out my thoughts, it becomes a compulsion. I'm not saying that with any kind of jest--I really do enter these weird "binge and purge" cycles (as my therapist calls it) to indulge in projects, large or small. It usually starts out innocent. A kind of a, "Hey, this would be fun to do!" kind of thing. Then the pressure steadily builds, and I suffer thought interference to an extreme level. I'll be doing something only to stop and start doing that thing
is kind of the range of thoughts I'm having atm. roller coaster day. I think I just gotta channel some inner-Japanese spunk and remember to:
all over the place chatter below (including personal stuff, game talk, and a small steaming pile of political poo)
I tried to come up with some clever rhyme on the spot, but I really am pressed for time. White rabbit is fucking with me today.
I'm feeling some kind of weird side effects
headache
sleepy
numb
I'm coming off zoloft
getting on prozac
dunno which is the culprit but it sucks hard
pretty honest about my health since it tends to affect my writing
always have been
not a cry for help (please it's really not) I'm even taking a low dose
it's just my sitch atm
making use of my amazon prime subscription and watching stuff
first a crappy documentary about some killer named peter tobin
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,-
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Holy cow. I'm going to write out what just happened in the last two hours because I have a lot of feelings going on inside of me, and I don't know what to do about them. Sometimes doing memoir writing helps me to process things. It's a bit stream of consciousness, and yes it will be rough. I'm not trying to publish anything, after all.
Reactionary (maybe alarmist?) thinking below. I say that because I'm trying to process some stuff that has been tossed into my sphere of thinking in the last week, and I have yet to find any counter sources that might anchor these views. Stream of consciousness about the economy, and society, and the future. I'm perfectly aware that this is just a starting point, and not the end point, of where I stand on the state of the world today. It's such a big thing to make any final calls on with any
Another general "dear diary" type post. Page break to spare the feeds of those uninterested. Mostly ruminations on life, family, and the healing nature of writing. Also, some project updates here and there. And potentially video game talk. I like video games.
After that blog I did two days ago, I told myself: "No, I won't blog anything. I can resist blogging."
Ha.
tl;dr -- I gush about how my family has embraced MLP, I worry about life lessons for my son via ponies, and I dread the future of our favorite cartoon.