So...I've barely left the house since Mom's memorial ended on Sunday. And I definitely haven't showered. I've just got the mean reds. Goes smashingly with the migraines and smelliness.
For me, I always know when depression has struck because I view a superhuman amount of movies. Only thing that calms me down. Since Sunday, I've seen: Vlad, Poltergeist, They, Wes Craven's Dracula 2, Scream 3, The Uninvited, White Zombie, The Eye, John Carpenter's Vampires, American Psycho (love!), Wendigo, and uh...The Big Chill. Which I find much more frightening now that I realize I'm their age.
Yes, it's Halloween so horror is easy to find, and yes I'm researching for two scripts I'm writing...but maybe I should lay off for a while. Put a compress over my eyes and turn on some soothing classical music.
Thank God Michael checked in on me today. Took me to Meltdown before I had one. New Comic Wednesday, but nothing pour moi. I read the last House of M. Suckage. And I borrowed some more of Michael's trades, so I think what I'm really going to go do now is read me some Morrison and Moore. Boo!