Day 5 of BDWk

Thursday... a little shopping, a lot of sleep, catching up on podcasts (last 2 Dollhouse Cast eps are epic!), and eating fancy ramen. There we go.

A week of food, relaxation, ignoring real life, and sobbing (which I don't want to get into, but sufficed to say, if you are not parentless & an only child you don't understand the searing pain and loneliness. there are all kinds of pain I can't understand such as being abandoned by a parent or being widowed. but my personal brokenness is a bitch. And it hurts worse this time of year because of my birthday, because I lost a treasured friend earlier last month, and because it's always with me. I love my birthday. But it's hard to love a day that drives home the fact that the people who birthed me are no longer there. Hell, my mom's OBGYN is dead now too. No one is left to remember my birth or me as a child in our 3-person family unit. And that is an aching pain.)

did you know I share my birthday with the guy who played Ethan Rayne on Buffy? And I share birthday week with George A. Romero born Feb 4th (and apparently, according tonights' 30 Rock, Jenna). wacky Aquarian fun.

today is brought to you by Paranoia

not known for my great cinematic choices, I watched "The Trial of Billy Jack" back to back with a documentary on Waco ("Waco: Rules of Engagement"). Now I am even more convinced of the corruption of those in power and am five seconds from calling all my friends to march on Washington. Or move to a compound and become a crazy-hippie-hermit (but let's be honest, both of these movies show how that would end...)

Is there a way to be peaceable in the modern world? A way for abuses of power to not exist? For people to stop them? (Keep in mind all of this is coming from me, a believer in nonviolence who loves comics... and hales from Welsh ancestors whose national anthem says its the land of warriors & poets...)

Fairly depressed and yet fired up to change the world. And make some black-eyed-peas for NYE.

Conclusive Proof

...that diets make you bitchy:
my cat's been eating this healthy well-balanced catfood for a couple weeks and she lost some weight (she's petite but 11 lbs. she can stand to lose a few), gained a lot of energy, but got crazy. She wasn't her normal docile happy self, but a cord chewing, me biting devil-cat.
Yesterday I bought her a bag of the full-fat multi-meat-taste kibble and within a day she's calm and happy and wonderful again.

New Math

Stress + watching Ace of Cakes = Getting sick off of Baker's Chocolate brownies.

Note: this will be on the test, along with inverse relationships.
ex: The sicker my mother gets, the more I drink. (Health goes down; Gin consumption goes up)