Brain hop-scotch

For the past week or so my brain has gone into hyper-drive, jumping from one subject to another and finding it impossible to settle. I am struggling to know how I feel at the moment, what I want to do to fill my time and a million other things. Nothing feels right, I feel sort of mentally itchy and uncomfortable in my own skin. 

I have also got it into my head that I have offended someone; a specific someone who is a friend and I simply cannot get the thought to go away. I have no clue why I think that, I cannot think of anything that I may have done but the thought and feeling remain there anyway. I do not exactly know what to say or do; I mean how do you ask someone if you have done something to offend when in all likelihood asking them that is likely to cause more offence than if you had just behaved like a sane person to begin with. 

Ah, well. Sanity is, perhaps, over-rated anyway!

I have started drawing again (and cannot remember if I already blogged about that) as I enjoy it and thought that it might be good for my hands, which have been incredibly painful lately. It has got to have been a good ten years or so since I last picked up an pencil, so I am actually quite pleased with the first result - not that I am going to put it on here! That would just be disturbing.... if only because of my chosen subject matter. I tend to draw disturbing images, the dead or horror figures, things that live in nightmares and horror movies. For some reason when people meet me they never think that I am going to be a horror or metal fan. I can never understand why; I presume I am supposed to look like some archaic 1980s view of 'rockers' or something rather than just a fat chick in a wheelchair. 

I have also decided to start getting some of my short story ideas down in writing (thank goodness for Dragon; mine is named Sid). Again I do have a tendency to head straight towards horror and sci-fi, because that is what I know. It is what I read most of, although intellectual snobs do like to put down anything that they 'genre' fiction. All I can say is that they are missing out and therefore likely to be the first one's eaten come the zombie apocalypse. Oh, come on! Like there aren't a few politicians out there that you secretly hope zombies will chow down on.