I just took down this really asinine book meme thing I'd had up--list of some 400 books, and you were supposed to highlight the ones you'd read, which was a pretty self-congratulatory exercise all around. Plus it's part of the social network side of blogging, and I don't really do that, b/c this is so exclusively a vanity project. Even on the Net I'm an introvert.

I'm sitting here typing "schizotypal" into search engines and scaring the shit out of myself because my darling has some "loose" thinking (per shrink). Autism I can deal with. Mental illness, this kind of mental illness, I can't. I'm trying to argue myself out of thinking any of it fits my kid. Which feels really familiar and awful.

Must get chocolate.