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chocolate is good
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
veredus sent me chocolate! Whee! CHOCOLATE! GOOD CHOCOLATE!

*does the dance of chocolate joy*

Sooo good. So very, very damn *good*.

*hugs veredus*

They say knowledge is never wasted, but I don't think that's entirely true. Today, covered Q Fever, Mad Cow Disease, and Typhoid at the CDC website. I know just enough to be suspicious of my allergies and start to panic if it feels like my throat will become sore. Because, I kid you not, like every disease that doesn't kill you in five seconds flat looks *just* like the flu in the first stages. Well, okay, that's an exaggeration, but you know, when you're on your fifth or six sympton list and see 'flu-like symptoms' being an indicator, it does make you look at those sniffling around you and wonder whether to break out the biohazard gear.

I basically know just barely enough to scare myself and quote it at people randomly. Case in point.

Jenn: Did you know there are four kinds of smallpox?
Supervisor: Huh.
Jenn: One of them is very rare.
Supervisor: Really?
Jenn: You ever worry about getting smallpox in a biowar?
Supervisor: I need to give you something to do.

So she did.

This is reason one million, five hundred thousand five sixteen that I would have made a Very Bad Medical Student. Diagnosing myself with ebola after sitting on a public toilet seat. Becoming an antibiotic junkie. Living in a biohazard suit. Keeping my bedroom relatively free of drifts of clothes for fear of obscure, cotton-loving bacteria. Sometimes, I think of all the things that could have gone wrong in my life that could have ended with me in a biohazard suit spraying frantically at imaginary germs and just thank God I'm here today without one.

It's really the little things in life that make it worth living, you know?

The sleep thing has been creeping up again--not in a bad way, but in a vaguely creepy, horror-novels-start-like-this way. Falling asleep doesn't happen until I'm literally exhausted, OR until I get inside a moving vehicle. Sleep is like--lights out, then lights in, with me being vaguely aware at some point there was unconsciousness, but no real idea of how or why. Then I'm awake with just enough tiredness to be grumpy and stare at everyone balefully and think reading the CDC is just great fun.

I'd like to just be able to fall asleep normally. I'd also like to win the lottery, but amazingly, that's not happening either. Possibly because I don't buy lottery tickets. I lead a difficult life.

Pointless, annoyed, tired but awake entry brought to you by me, who is all of those, and also, bitter against josselin for not posting new fic today. She has all kinds of bizarre excuses, none of which hold water. "I have a hurt leg!" "I'm not inspired!" "The moon is in the wrong quadrant!" "The grass is too green!" "Look, an anvil just fell on Michael's head!"


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I always look forward to your posts! You have a gift for description that makes me ashamed to post myself. LOL

I am also medically trained, and thank god that I only thought I had about 12 diseases that we studied.

Too much microbiology can be a bad thing...

*laughs* Thanks. I'm probably going to imagine myself into thinking i have smallpox next time I get a rash. I am *that* suggestible.

*sighs* Isn't it good I know nothing of the medical field?

"Look, an anvil just fell on Michael's head!"

*snort* Well, sure, my mind went to the SV place before it caught up to the QAF place, but still. I was amused.

I'm looking at my friends list and realising that we're all thining random, don't wanna be working thoughts today. It's oddly karmic. Or something.

*laughs* Perfectly natural. Though MR is too pretty to have an anvil fall on his perfect head. Well, almost perfect. *mulls*

Random dyas are fun. It's one of the times that you can see the real people peeking out. Immensely fun.


If you really want your level of germ phobia around the house to rise, read The Secret House: The Extraordinary Science of an Ordinary Day /i> by David Bodanis some time. Did you know that the refrigerator door handle is one of the germiest places in the kitchen? Did you know that some pople have eyelash mites that love to eat greasy eyeliner? Ack!!! *runs away screaming*

Ok, that eyelash mite thing has officially creeped me out.

*scurries off to scrub her face clean of makeup, mites or no mites*

I am *this* close to giving up eyeliner.

Exept I look bad without it.

Choices. *mulls*

*adds book to List of Things Never to Buy*

Oh, the book was riveting in that "can't look away from the car wreck" sort of way. The thing about the mites is that if you have them, not using eyeliner won't make a difference. The mites aren't caught from the eyeliner (although I guess there's an argument for not using someone else's makeup). I gather there's enough grease produced by human skin to keep them going. The eyeliner is just Thanksgiving dinner to them.


This is reason one million, five hundred thousand five sixteen that I would have made a Very Bad Medical Student. Diagnosing myself with ebola after sitting on a public toilet seat. Becoming an antibiotic junkie. Living in a biohazard suit. Keeping my bedroom relatively free of drifts of clothes for fear of obscure, cotton-loving bacteria. Sometimes, I think of all the things that could have gone wrong in my life that could have ended with me in a biohazard suit spraying frantically at imaginary germs and just thank God I'm here today without one.

If we knew all the things that could kill us, we'd kill ourselves just to get the thoughts out of our heads. Laugh at something today, enjoy the chocolate, write me some more amazing fic and don't worry about what you can't fix.

Just F.Y.I. - In order of preference - Eat chocolate first, then write fic and the others can be done in random order.

Mmm. Chocolate. Yes. *Good* idea.

Hmm. Ficness. I'm thinking. I really am. *nodnodnod*

I can't even watch those killer-flu movies because I'm always "kaff. kaff. kaff." *feels throat* "Is that a lymph node?" afterward.

Jenn: Did you know there are four kinds of smallpox?
Supervisor: Huh.
Jenn: One of them is very rare.
Supervisor: Really?
Jenn: You ever worry about getting smallpox in a biowar?
Supervisor: I need to give you something to do.


I was pretty sure I loved you and then I read this and now I want to marry you - well except for the being married part. I so don't want to be married. But if I were gonna be married, I would want it to be you. Instead, I think I will take a page from every 'ship I have ever followed - I will prove my love. I will stalk you.

::sets up shop outside your house::

Mmm. I love stalkers.

*gets binoculars to watch for you*

This is reason one million, five hundred thousand five sixteen that I would have made a Very Bad Medical Student. Diagnosing myself with ebola after sitting on a public toilet seat.

LOL -- let me tell ya, the infectious diseases are just the tip of the iceberg in a host of disorders, syndromes and cancers that one could potentially be afflicted with...

But the upside of being a med student is that you can start diagnosing the people you always suspected were crazy with personality disorders...

I learned a fun fact the other day -- by the time you've had a pillow for 5 years, a significant portion of its weight (something like 2/3) is made up of dust mite feces. I think this was if you never washed the pillow.

I wnat to get rid of my pillow now.

*shocky*

Oh God, does it qualify as sentient or as a litterbox? *worries about this* I sleep on a dust mite toilet!

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