Hail?

Well, it was a loud night last night. I'm not sure how large the hail was when it first fell, but the remnants on our porch and car were still decent size by this morning. I'm looking at our local news sites, but there's nothing up about it yet.

I dreamt of pet rats last night. Don't remember much in the way of details.

The not smoking thing is still going ok, although it's a hell of a lot more annoying when one wakes up at 5am and ends up laying in bed stressing about financial shit for a while.

I'm also finding, kind of oddly, that I really, really don't want to talk to anyone about it. I would honestly prefer if everyone around me completely ignored the fact that I'm quitting. Unless I bring it up. Because I'm just damned arbitrary, I guess. There's probably all sorts of reasons for that, but I don't really feel like poking and prodding at them at the moment.

And I'm generally still feeling pretty antisocial and down and grumpy. forestfire, sorry I didn't call last night; I'm being pretty non-communicative with the world at the moment.

But, I did have fun giggling hysterically at the season premiere of Smallville last night... I kept envisioning Lex as played by Johnny Depp doing his Hunter S. Thompson "bad trip" bit. Oh, and the Kent Family drama. Oh yes. Now is the time in Smallville when we beat you over the head with their good wholesome midwestern values. And I've reaffirmed, just in case there was any doubt, that I still loathe and despise Lana, and wish at least three painful and creative deaths on her an episode.

And Clark's spent three months in Metropolis on red kryptonite, and they actually tried to convince us the boy's still a virgin? *choke* OK, suuuuuuuuure. You run with that, WB.

I caught the season premiere of Angel, too, but I don't have much useful to say, since I've never watched the show before. They've likely successfully lured me in by cancelling Buffy, moving Spike to Angel, and tossing it on the air right after my other must-have-silliness show of the week, though.

Article: Biological Basis For Creativity Linked To Mental Illness

Nicked from cjdoyle: Not surprising, the connection's been talked about for years, but some interesting perspective into why the linkage may exist.

( Biological Basis For Creativity Linked To Mental Illness )

Fibro and art (link thanks to krasota)

http://www.navigatingthebody.com/

grumpy and antisocial...

Still.

"antisocial", for me, generally means that I completely tune out the existence of other human beings around me. It's rude, and I really shouldn't do it. If someone directly gets my attention I'm polite, although not talkative the way I normally am, but aside from that, I cease registering people.

I'm supposed to go to a Transfamily meeting tonight. I really don't want to. That means I'd have to be social and friendly with all sorts of cool people I really actually like. That sounds much too stressful.

Final decision will be based on whether Friend (whose ride I am for the meetings) remembers that I agreed to drive her and calls me. I emailed her, and I don't have her phone number (it was in the lost backpack), so I'm not being truly evil, but I am rather hoping that she'll have forgotten, or decided not to go, or something.

I'm sure some substantial part of my general grumpiness is the quitting smoking, but I don't think all of it is. Feels like more generalized moodiness and a somewhat hibernatory reaction to frozen shit dropping from the sky this morning.