I love watching “Miss Congeniality.” It’s funny without descending into the overtly stupid. And while there are gem-moments aplenty – who doesn’t want to do UV paint drumming with Sandra Bullock? - I think perhaps my favourite scene is the contestant interviews that take place early in the competition. In response to being asked to... Continue Reading →
I used to think I was a new soul. I don’t believe in reincarnation, except when I do, which is in a vague, “I don’t think about the details much,” kind of way. I decided "new soul" because I don’t feel like I’ve been here before. Except I have this thing where I hate my... Continue Reading →
*Mentions suicide. I’m going to complain about my pain again. [i] It’s not that I think the “out there” behind my computer screen cares in a seriously significant way; it’s that my IRL doesn’t care much at all. The first anniversary of this flare-up/breakdown/test of character I’m failing is approaching fast, and at this point,... Continue Reading →
The great thing about lots of physical health issues is that it balances my neuroticism. Balance soothes my OCD. Balance doesn't soothe my restless legs. The restless leg syndrome (RLS) emerged after I stopped taking benzodiazepines. It's a not-uncommon problem related to benzos that nobody mentions. Thank God I was just starting in-patient treatment for... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 