The last 24 hours have been about puking and I don't know why. Hormones? Ate something dumb? Need to lay off the yogurt on an empty stomach? Standard Rules Don't Seem to Apply right now. Just started 12 weeks, the point where I should've told people, instead of 6 weeks in. It does make me feel a bit weird, though, to start feeling this bad now. Hope all is well with the nugget.
I've gone off Facebook for the time being because the world sucks. I know this and because of nugget, I need to protect my heart and mind as much as possible. Inauguration weekend was most definitely depression weekend for me. My normally benign social media feed turned into a collective freak-out - which wasn't comforting to me. It, of course, didn't and doesn't offend me, either - of course not - but there is little relief to be found in most of my people being as devastated and worried as I am. Scared, even. I'm not off the grid - clearly - and I get snatches of news in my email and when I look at Twitter (briefly). I've retreated into a world of comedy - SNL re-runs, mostly; it's the only way I can engage. SNL's attitude toward our country right now is precisely what the doctor ordered - whomever this doctor is, though the good doctor watches with me. I also feel a bit of comfort in the Hive emails I get from Vanity Fair - they maintain the tone of the magazine; breezy, smart, never-too-doomed. Woe is me if this ever changes.
I picked up The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead and what I read was excellent - but so profoundly disturbing that like the state of the world, I had to set it aside for the sake of my sleep, mental health, and of course, nugget. Lest it seem like I can't handle the horrors of the past, untrue - I read all manner of slavery horrors when researching Frances Gage. They'll never leave me. I just need some space from the acute depiction of them. But now I'm kind of unmoored as to what to read next. Got plenty of reading to do re: plays, projects, etc. (if I ever start feeling better enough to engage fully), but am balking at what to start reading. I have some Faulkner out. Some old kidlit of a creepy nature (love that stuff). In the meantime there are articles to read. Since not being on Facebook, I have to be more deliberate about what I find to interest me online. Makes me kind of sheepish, 'cuz it means I turned to Facebook as a way to spend time - way too much. I don't miss it, though. I really don't.
Well, the OJ and vitamin B and Unisom seem to be working, praise Jove. And knock on wood. So, back to some light-ish reading, a bit of snoozing, hopefully not puking. :)