When Yorkies taste bad : clearly a sign of the apocalypse

oh, blegh. At work. Still vaguely woozy, but better than yesterday. (and not bored out of skull) However, still no appetite - and considering I'm pretty sure half the wooziness yesterday was low blood sugar. What's vaguely disturbing is that the piece of Yorkie bar I had tasted utterly foul. Don't know if this is an appetite thing or the Yorkie bar. The banana tells me nothing about the appetite/tastebuds, because as soon as I feel even *vaguely* icky, all bananas taste bad. Think this may be a throwback to the banana-flavoured worm medicine I used to have to have as a child, which tasted of actual bananas as opposed to fake banana (still an improvement on the powdered 'raspberry', which was almost certainly the trigger/first indication of me throwing up anything soluble). Yes, children, let this be a warning to you : play in the dirt and suck your thumb constantly, you *will* get worms. The fact that I'm running a bit of a temperature probably doesn't help.

This wooziness? really fricking stupid. It's getting to be a symptom of me not feeling good. Heather not 100%, Heather feels woozy. I feel like I'm turning into one of those fainting females from the victorian era. Except those were due to their bloody corsets. WTF, body? All other times you're as healthy as a horse. Specifically, one of those little tough as nails Shetland ponies. And it's not like you normally have low blood sugar or have heart problems*.

And wooziness this evening? Not appreciated as going to see Cabaret.

And huh. :scratches head: Does anyone know what fandom the phrase 'I'm taking this loop off' comes from?

ETA : Jen informs me it's SG-1's Groundhog Day.

Finished watching Supernatural S2. Good lord, Dean, the prime directive (to those who haven't noticed from ep 1, the prime directive is 'Protect Sammy', as issued by Papa Winchester the night the house burnt down) we joke about in fandom is not necessarily supposed to be *followed*. (to quote a fic : 'Yup, totally going to sacrifice myself for my family. Just watch me.') Also, boys, when you say 'make the most of the time we have'... writers, you're not even trying to deny the damn wincest. Please stop trying to break the fangirls' brains.

*This was one of those 'being used to it makes it normal' things at school. Juniors/Infants, we had the entire catchment area's deaf kids. Secondary, one of the girls had a suspected heart problem - docs never could figure it out, but if she keeled over in the middle of something, we automatically grabbed her legs and raised them, knowing she'd regain consciousness a few minutes later. Ah, the amount of substitute teachers she used to freak out...

Bush, do you have *any* regard for the legal system?

Because seriously.

First, there was the absolutely reprehensible thing that he did - naming a CIA agent just to get back at her husband who'd pointed out that the Iraq war was a clusterfuck. The fact that his pettiness almost certainly endangered lives, operations, whole slews of stuff... And then he *lied* about doing it. Bush, you know that oft-times perjury is one of the things that is actually come down on harder by judges and juries than almost anything? And that :

Hours before President Bush's announcement, an appeals court had told Libby he could no longer delay going to jail.

The judge ruled that Libby could not remain free on bail while his lawyer appealed against the sentence.

Fines and damage to reputation? NOT THE SAME THING.