turn the damned thing off, i don't need it right now

I've taken pills, chocolate, antacid, and mint tea, and I still feel like shit. I even tried to convince my cat to go to work in my place. He was unimpressed.

If it were up to me, the Nobel prize in medicine would go to the first person to figure out how to completely turn off the uterus and all associated accoutrements when it's not needed/wanted. Seriously. I might want the damned thing in the future at some point, but I sure as hell don't want it right now, and it needs to bugger off so I can work. Or at least feel faintly functional.

Bleggggghhhhhhhhh.

more episode commentary!

Good lord, we're most of the way through S2. This is what hormone-based depression will do to me - I can get through a disturbing amount of tv and knitting over a weekend if I'm allowed to. I'm going to break the commentary into a few posts, since... well, I ran myself right out of my lunch hour writing for the first three.

( GROPOS, All Alone in the Night and Acts of Sacrifice + spoilers for whole series )

allow me to introduce you to a little thing called "online fandom"...

Joan Rivers has urges gay celebrities to stay in closet for fear of losing sex appeal, has clearly never heard of internet fandom and (judging only from this) is a bit of a bitchy nutjob.

That is all. Just felt the need to share.