Grah.

My illness appears to be migrating. And my body went from "nnnh, food, I'll just be kinda queasy" to "DEMAND MORE MEATS", so, uh. Probably useful progress.

Still snappish and liable to nip at people irritably. Observing some level of emotional process basically being a complete brat, which is one of those embarassing things, but enh. I'm too tired and cranky to fix it, and it's not affecting anyone anyway.

Managed to get a rant that's been rattling around in my head for a while out somewhere, which is nice, as it means I no longer wonder about whether or not I want to post about it. :P (It's one of those things that I don't actually care enough about to write a proper diatribe about here or to the blog, but every so often someone inspires me wanting to bite their noses off anyway.)

Note to self: check local supplies for necessities for fudge cake so it can be made for the dojo Thanksgiving bash.