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I just finished reading The Complete Idiot's Guide to Voodoo, and it wasn't half bad. Sort of fluffy, but I didn't expect a defense of Karmically-Challenged-Magical-Practices (aka 'Black Magic'). I've got enough research under my belt to be able to tell bullshit from political correctness, and the CIGtV erred only in trying to be acceptable & palatable to the masses. Anyway, it's got a great list of zombie movies & had a blurb or two about virtual voodoo dolls & the above site, serving all your zombie appetites.
I've been having an anxiety attack tonight. I'm twitchy as fuck all, my ribs & head itch - not due to any kind of rash, but because my skin is crawling, and my ulcer has flared up. Everybody always tells me, "Oh, you shouldn't keep your worries inside, express yourself and it'll all feel better". This is pure bullshit. It doesn't seem to matter whether I keep my worries, doubts & fears inside or whether I calmly explain my problems to someone or whether I spend a good three hours yelling "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?" at my math problems, I am still suffering intensely at the moment. I try to keep my good humor up, but sometimes it's tough.
Life's little practical joke: Valium & its herbal counterpart, Valerian, have absolutely no effect on me whatsoever. Except for once when I was 3 - Granny left her Valium on the coffee table when she went to go get her blackberry brandy. I apparently thought it was Pez. According to my parental units, I slept for 3 days & then proceeded to eat everything in the house.