The Cliffs of Insanity

This schizophrenic weather is giving me a schizophrenic body response. Because it was rainy and stormy all night long, the temperature never had a chance to reach its normal level of hell degrees. That means that it's too cold for air conditioning, yet too hot without it. Blankets are too much, but short sleeves leave me feeling like Cold Miser is sodomising me. What do I do in a situation like this? Suffer, I suppose.

I am watching X-Men: First Class for the 258347520th time, because I accidentally picked that one up when I meant to get 2012. That's okay, though. I could look at Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy all day long. And I adore Magneto's message. When you look at it from my point of view, that of a Jew and Witch, when he says "I've been at the mercy of men just following orders. Never again," my soul gets all jiggly. Good for Erik Lensherr. Good for all those who get pissed off enough to take back their personal power. It's not revenge, it's retribution; it's the Sith way. >:| It's what the Goddess Nemesis does.

Speaking of Nemesis, there's this news about yet another Star Trek reboot. I wish I could say I was excited but really, if Shinzon isn't in it, I really can't be bothered.

Tomorrow is my first appointment with the actual grief therapist. Even though it's my inclination to give an "everything is fine" response to everything and, honestly, I may have watched way too much Lie to Me, taking notes for future Tim Roth Tutorials. My problem is that my frankness is gonna end up making me cry, and then I'll have to slaughter everyone within a two mile radius. I don't like to cry in front of others. No, that's too weak. I really really really hate it.

Alrighty then, it's time to turn the A/C back on. Kill me now, please.