I hate being sick

Woke up with a splitting headache, feeling weak as a kitten. Walking to the bathroom and back confirmed that the chances of me making it into work today was zero.

Bah.

My laptop screen feels too bright too, so I suspect that I won't be using that much either. And my concentration doesn't feel like it's up to reading books.

This is going to be a long, dull, day.

Send puppies.

Interesting Links for 17-03-2016

Canine eugenics tournament hailed as a success

(tags: dogs funny genetics )

The godmother of manga sex

(tags: sex manga comics art history freespeech censorship )

Prepare to Try: IGN Noob Takes on Dark Souls (This is what it was like for me. Only without the help)

(tags: games video funny )

The Mesmerizing Process of Making a Glass Chandelier from Scratch

(tags: glass light design video )

Book idea: What if a disgraced Adolf Hitler was working as a lowly private eye in 1939’s London?

(tags: books scifi writing hitler )

Your regular reminder that if you don't block ads you're leaving yourself wide open to malware

(tags: virus advertising security )

Models, Metaphors and Analogies.

(tags: writing analysis )

What Students in Europe Learn That Americans Don't

(tags: Education europe usa )

How to secretly communicate with people on LSD

(tags: lsd communication psychedelics consciousness psychology )

This Rectal Thermometer Is the Logical Conclusion of the Internet of Things

(tags: Technology OhForFucksSake )

How hipster is your musical taste?

(tags: music funny )

Democracy is a joke, says China – just look at Donald Trump

(tags: china democracy usa )

I still function!

Today was spent, from 9:00 to 19:00 largely asleep. I would collapse for two hours, my eyes unable to stay open, and then wake up for long enough to pee, drink some water, spray some anaesthetic on the back of my throat, tell a couple of people on IM I was still awake, and then fall back asleep again. I felt cold through all of this, despite having a nice thick duvet.

At 19:00 I woke up feeling hot and sweaty, and with a brain that actually felt awake. Not operating at 100%, but not just a comatose mess of instincts and low-level maintenance routines.

I still feel weak, and not hungry at all. But I have now got fish fingers in the oven, vegetables in a pot, and intend to use my baby-deer legs to wander into the kitchen and bring back dinner in a couple of minutes, and then pick at it slowly.

Going to London for the weekend has now been tentatively moved from the "Ahahahahaha, no" column to the "Actually, this might happen" column.