Brain Overflowing

Stupid fucking hormones. Watching a benign video of hot-air balloons makes me cry? How much of that is depression and how much is fluctuating hormones?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8YaMK4-MYg

Really? That’s cry-worthy? It’s cool and all, but I don’t know any more what sets me off. I think life, living set me off.

Batik fabrics made me cry today. Different reasons. I think. I don’t know. I picked a deep dark complicated purple for the Celebrating Silver background…

Of course, it doesn’t look really complicated or dark in this photo. Dark blues, purples…they never photograph correctly. I feel like I’m in a background rut. Maybe the next quilt needs to have a red background…or yellow (yuck. I’m not a yellow fan.). I don’t like black…it’s not deep enough. I prefer dark blue, dark green, dark purple. I picked purple because it seemed more magical, mystical, and this quilt seems like that to me.

Anyway. I’m getting close to the end of the Wonder Under…

I know. It doesn’t look any different. I only have one yard left to cut out, though…I got a whole yard plus a bit done tonight, while I was sitting there, watching TV, talking to no one. Exciting life. Really. And meditation goes on about “is there anything you want to be different?” Well, fuck yeah. Except that would mean trusting people, and I can’t do that yet. Sigh. Anyway. So I’m in a space by myself with myself. Still. It was harder to be me today. Hate days like that. I know it’s all hormones and sad and grief and even tired. They conspire against me.

I also bought this purple…I considered it for the background, but it’s way too busy.

But I still liked it enough to own it. Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of shopping time. I basically walked in and got those two and left, but while I was staring at all the batiks, I got this wash of Holy Fuck Sad over me and started crying. Really? Why? I managed to stop crying in the driveway of my house. Good thing…I don’t know that boychild knows what to do with Crying Mom. Meditation was another total cry fest. Funny, ironic, yesterday I thought I was done with the Blubbering Meditation. Apparently not. I guess I will never be able to meditate with an audience…well, besides the cats…

Who ignore me unless they’re trying to sit on me.

I’ve watched the first two episodes of Almost Human…

The main detective is the actor who plays the young McCoy in the most-recent Star Trek movie. I only say that because it’s hard to watch without seeing McCoy in the acting. That said, it’s been a relatively good show…with some highly amusing moments about his testicles. I guess I’m glad I don’t have an android assisting me in any way. I have a lot of TV saved up on the Tivo. Some shows I just can’t watch any more. The people in them are too assholular. I guess I’ve experienced too much of people being shitty to each other this year to tolerate it in my entertainment. I also have a lot of new stuff, some of which I can’t decide whether it’s any good or not. I don’t spend a lot of time watching TV, so it’s hard to clear the stuff off without just doing massive deletion sessions (which I do occasionally).

Anyway. Tomorrow, I’m venturing out into the world again. We’ll see how it goes. Tomorrow is crazy busy, actually. Sigh. Too tired for all this activity. Hoping I get to sleep some next week. Ha! If my body lets me. I have 7 hours into the Wonder Under…I’m hoping to be done in one more evening of cutting, probably Thursday. Then I can sort them and start picking fabrics over the weekend, maybe. I need to get a bunch of grading done too…if I don’t finish grading the science journals in the next three days, I’ll have to deal with it over break…don’t WANT to. You can’t MAKE me (well, you can, but…).

I also want to draw…my brain is overflowing with images it wants to spill out onto paper. I should indulge it, let it get it out of its system, vomit the garbage up onto the page, make myself feel better with a pen gliding over paper.

Have I mentioned the hormones? And the exhaustion? Sleep calls. I listen.