I just finished watching the first episode of a series recommended to me by fuskyb called "Dexter". It's essentially about a forensic investigator (in Miami! I keep waiting for Horatio to wander by!) who serial kills serial killers in his spare time, and works to maintain a normal-seeming life.
The story is mostly told by his internal monologue, and is very well paced and presented. It's a little worrying to me how calm and relaxed the narration in the show made me - while the show doesn't try at all to make Dexter seem like a normal human, yet there are a lot of his thoughts and opinions that put me in mind of myself at secondary school age.
I'm now somewhere in between the kind of introspective, thoughtful mood I get from watching a really well put together movie about very little, like Lawn Dogs, and some other, contented mood. Which was not what I expected from the description of the series.
Also helping my contented mood is that I had a great night talking to Hazel yesterday (after aforementioned straightening out of things), which makes May seem so much closer and more reachable than before. On top of that, there's another weight off my shoulders from having arranged more analysis of my may-or-may-not-be IBS thing, and my Boss' support in getting it seen to, as well.
Speaking of which, that whole thing has been fluctuating wildly today. Felt almost ok when I woke up, bad enough before I left the house that I changed my mind about it, swinging back and forth at work... I had a very intense bout starting just before I ate my dinner, and now it's just on the edges of my lung capacity (the pain is a tenderness, and breathing puts pressure on it).
I think I'm going to go to bed now, while I'm relaxed.