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Aug. 4th, 2013 03:12 pmHaven't posted in a bit - I've been up north with my parents, enjoying the lovely film festival with which Michael Moore has seen fit to gift my hometown. Finally seeing Much Ado About Nothing this evening, which makes me glad I waited - because it will be lovely to get to see it with my family in the lovely restored State Theater of my native downtown.
Went gliding with my father for the second time last week, and I still really really like it. Being up in the sky is lovely, and there's no noise or anything, because no engines. I envy my sister for living so close to home - tho of course she's not nearly as in to it, and despite her opportunity has only been up once. And half the fun is getting da's lessons on the mechanics of flight, which I could listen to him talk about all day. So fucking soothing. So much like rereading The Once and Future King.
Read Kameron Hurley's God's War and Infidel, which I enjoyed TREMENDOUSLY, especially the second book. I'm a long-time reader of her blog, and it was really fun getting to see her work in print. Waiting with excitement for Rapture.
Have been having thoughts about psych meds, courtesy of mama; I continue to find all the - I think five now - varieties of antidepressant I've taken fairly ineffective? I mean, I think I'm better off than I was a year ago, but I feel like a lot of that's down to other things, like me being able to run around outside more and also remembering more frequently that I am not the ubermensch and that there's no shame in resting when you need it. Kind of want to go off meds altogether, but I'm not sure if that's a bad impulse. Either way, I won't do anything without seeing my shrink, obvs, but the guy who prescribes for me is kind of a dink - very superior about traditional medicine, told me that not smoking mary jane would solve all my problems, has in two separate sessions now made cracks about me being a "big girl," fuck you very much asshat.
Went gliding with my father for the second time last week, and I still really really like it. Being up in the sky is lovely, and there's no noise or anything, because no engines. I envy my sister for living so close to home - tho of course she's not nearly as in to it, and despite her opportunity has only been up once. And half the fun is getting da's lessons on the mechanics of flight, which I could listen to him talk about all day. So fucking soothing. So much like rereading The Once and Future King.
Read Kameron Hurley's God's War and Infidel, which I enjoyed TREMENDOUSLY, especially the second book. I'm a long-time reader of her blog, and it was really fun getting to see her work in print. Waiting with excitement for Rapture.
Have been having thoughts about psych meds, courtesy of mama; I continue to find all the - I think five now - varieties of antidepressant I've taken fairly ineffective? I mean, I think I'm better off than I was a year ago, but I feel like a lot of that's down to other things, like me being able to run around outside more and also remembering more frequently that I am not the ubermensch and that there's no shame in resting when you need it. Kind of want to go off meds altogether, but I'm not sure if that's a bad impulse. Either way, I won't do anything without seeing my shrink, obvs, but the guy who prescribes for me is kind of a dink - very superior about traditional medicine, told me that not smoking mary jane would solve all my problems, has in two separate sessions now made cracks about me being a "big girl," fuck you very much asshat.