I misunderstood the point of this ride

Ran away for some much-needed cafe worktime across the river, after being shut up in my apartment for a good chunk of the weekend. I'm trying to distract myself from the stress of waiting to hear back about job interviews, blah. Iced coffee and a nice, private little corner by the window. Comics.

I've been a little all over the place the last few days. Sleep has been filled to the brim with dynamic, colorful, plotty anxiety dreams about everything from employment to strained friendships, to, um, Hannibal. Which is probably what I get for watching the entire season over the course of a few days, I know. /o\ But really, subconscious of mine, do I need to have a dream which evolves from yelling at someone I'm close to for trying to control my career goals ... to freaking out that said person has been replaced by a cannibal doppelganger?

Also, last night there were murderous Star Wars muppets. I have no idea what to do with that one.

Maybe I should try watching something less violent next? I have to say, though, everyone was right: Hannibal is a quite compelling show. I find myself actively wanting to not read any fic for it, though. There's some gorgeous fanart out there, and I would absolutely watch vids, but the canon itself gives me all the story I want. I wouldn't want to see it taken anywhere brighter, and it's plenty dark for me as it is, I guess. I'm really regretting not watching as it aired, though, because I'd have enjoyed reading more meta, and a lot of that seems to be lost in the recesses of tumblr.

Anyway, let me end on an up note with this video a friend linked me to this morning. I didn't see the twist coming at all, somehow. It was beautiful.