Well it's the weekend again, so it means I should throw some words on virtual paper. Get the brainmeats out of the way quick, being back on seroquel means I'm sleeping more/better, but my anxiety is still way out there. (not expecting immediate fix, I know better). Depression lurks in a ninja kind of way, I see good things, I feel good things, but it leaps out every now and again in a nihilistic kind of way that reminds me that I'm still rather broken. But I've been broken before, and I've put myself together, repeatedly. I am a New Yorker after all, we're survivors.
So enough strum und drang. What is best in life Vulpine? Well, I'm not
Conan, so lets start with books. Been reading a bunch of old school Mythos
still. Got a pile of other stuff to read, but other than a little history
it's all tentaclular horrors. Listened/ing to a few books by Charlie
Stross to get in the mood for his latest Laundry File book next month.
Not the whole series, just enough to get back in the series. So many books,
so little time.
Went to see 'The Mummy' today. A solid bit of cheese, with a side of ham
from Russell Crowe. Yes it could have been much better, but it still was
fun and Sofia Boutella was a nice mix of creepy, evil, and lovely. Plus,
she was literally covered in hieratic script, so a walking book. Sign me
up for the cult please. *grin* Also, for any Lovecraftians who've seen it, did anyone look at the red jewel McGuffin and think 'Shining Trapezohedron' ? Or was that just me trying to make everything into a Mythos reference
What will I do tomorrow? Probably just chores and stuff. Been meaning to
clean up the bedroom for months now, may just pop an audiobook or podcast
in and spend a while in there trying to get things organized. This is
alongside a store run, laundry and similar stuff, so I may set reasonable
goals instead. Assuming I don't just hide in bed with a book, or within
a movie marathon of cheese and gore. We'll see. For now though, going to
call this a post before it's technically Sunday. Laters cultists.