Do I really have to?

I've been procrastinating so hard since I woke up at midnight. Browsing Facebook, playing Monster Train, the usual. I just really REALLY don't want to work on -gestures- THAT THING. The pink cat. My arch-nemesis. But it's something I just got to do.

At 2:30am-ish I got up, refilled my humidifier and watered the plants in both enclosures. Absolutely nothing in the polkadot plant pot. I'm starting to think that I got a dud. Then off to... you know. I finished I Am a Killer on Netflix last night, so I had to choose something new. Netflix recommended that I watch Grease. I really don't like romcoms. Netflix, your algorithm is off.

I chose The Texas Killing Fields. I really love true crime shows. Believe it or not, I used to be a Criminal Justice major. I tried to find every non-fiction book, memoir, whatever, about serious crimes and the people who solve them. Took a lot of classes. I read textbooks for study. I wanted to be a forensic scientist or forensic psychologist so badly. I've always been so fascinated by psychology, probably because I was a teen struggling with many issues... depression, ADHD, being bullied. There are certain people that you just look at and say "How on earth do you think? What compels you to do bad things?" It's a mystery and bothers me because I just can't wrap my mind around the "why." Forensic psychology delved into that. 

I find murderers to be fascinating because their minds literally don't work like ours do. It's almost as if they're a whole another subspecies. It's also so satisfying to see these assholes captured. The process of interpreting and then using forensic evidence to tell the story is amazing. Even though forensic psychology can pretty much tell you "why" they do what they do, I still can't wrap my head around it. I can't imagine my life without empathy playing a role in almost every choice I make. Even though I gave up that dream of becoming a forensic scientist/psychologist in favor of being a starving artist, that fascination remains. The Idaho slayings have been particularly interesting. Based on what we know about the killer, I truly believe that he became a Criminology major to learn as much as he could about committing murder, and that his goal was to pull off the "perfect murder." There's a reason why almost anyone in Criminal Justice says "there's no such thing." It isn't possible. He got caught from sheer human error. The idiot dropped the sheath to his knife in the dormitory. It gives me so much satisfaction to see him captured. He's a fucking psychopath.

I ended up finishing the show, and at that point I quit needle-felting for the night too.

I managed to get one foot yellow, added paw pads, and started working on the other foot. Wish I had made more progress in the time I spent stabbing it. (And my poor fingers.) Once again, no interest from Bruiser. Maybe he's dissing my work.

We're going out to dinner later. Not thrilled about it because I completely forgot until my dad told me yesterday. I've never been to this place before, I hope there are things I'll like there. Supertaster problems...