Not doing so hot

Not doing so good today. Last night was a series of classic vulpine anxiety dreams. One involved a cat dying, not any cat I know, but still, sad about kitty. Woke up from that bit of sad, decided to take my anxiety med and try to go back to sleep. Which I did, and had an even worse nightmare about celebrating a friend being in a big budget X-Men movie, which was great and glorious, but all my friends at the party (save the movie star), treated me as a leper. I woke up crying, and I felt like I’d been run over by a train. Great way to start a Saturday.

So I’m wide awake at 7:30am, depressed as hell, scared as fuck of going back to sleep. So I got up, checked the mail, and went to the store. Adulting, even when I had 0 desire to adult. Groceries gotten, some general chores done, been watching the first two ‘Species’ movies. Trying not to think much, as I’d like my brain to leave me alone.

Between the dreams, and the perpetual allergy war, and the world diving into an unhappy kind of insanity, lets just say I’m kind of hoping the comet that’s nnearby takes a left turn and smacks into the planet. At least there are always books. They give so much, they ask so little.

I’ll be ok, these things pass, sooner or later. Later today I’m going to see ‘John Wick 2’ with some friends, which I hope helps. Catch you all later.

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