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First day back to work after vacation would have gone better - if I hadn't eaten something that screwed with my internal plumbing the night before, making me feel pretty much like warmed over crap most of the day - and that's putting it mildly. The problem with being gluten-intolerant - oh who I am kidding, I'm obviously celiac - is that you have to be wary about what you eat all the time. Some celiac's know the moment they ingest gluten (the protein connector that you find in wheat, rye, and barley which enables it to take on a spongy texture - it's also added to a lot of vegetarian products as a protein substitute). My Aunt K does - she gets bloated and wants to vomit, the moment she ingests it now. Me? Not so lucky. It takes anywhere from 2-10 hours for it to take effect. So I can feel perfectly okay after dinner, but will wake up the next morning with stomach cramps and the trots. Made it to work - barely. Because calling in sick the first day back after vacation is a big no-no. Spent most the morning on the stool, at home, at the train station, and at work. Ugh. What caused it? Was either the wasabi (it often has it) or the sushi (also possible) or the Hawaain ice cream bubbles that state they are covered with a rice flour shell (but one never knows). See? Guessing game. Annoying guessing game, not helped by people who feel the need to put wheat and gluten starch in the weirdest things. I just know didn't happen while I was on vacation.

Work? Overwhelming. Feel buried. I've got about 26 projects, and counting. Two fires - that I'm not sure how to put out. Good to be back, eh? Now, just want to curl in my armchair and vegetate. Need to figure out what to make for dinner - but I don't really want to eat. Forced myself to eat lunch - because low blood sugar.

Ugh. Enuf whining.

Realized that part of the reason I don't have a book published and appear to have hit yet another creative block in that department - is it's more rewarding writing posts in my livejournal. I've got an audience. Granted a small one, but hey there's no guarantee it would be larger if published. And well, it's easier. I can write whatever I want. I can be myself more or less the unedited, unabridged version. And let all the weird bits hang loose. This is actually the only place I can do that. Be a geek , be a bitch, be a poet, and be well whatever.

Snarking about the Angel comics because I can't resist.

Splitting up my posts today and yesterday, partly for length and partly for content. This is the cultural post. The other was the more personal post. Didn't bother locking, because well it's not that private. I'm sort of vague.

Saw on flist plot bits about the Williams and Willingham Angel comics. Okay, does anyone else find it a bit funny that IDW hired two guys named, Bill Willingham and Bill Williams to
write the Angel comics? Especially considering the birth names of Spike and Angel are William and Liam (Irish version of William) respectively? It's almost as if they decided to get the real life versions of Spike and Angel to write these comics, (except methinks that Spike and Angel would have done a better job. Angel's a better artist, and Spike's a better writer.) Coincidence? Probably. But highly amusing all the same.

Should probably pause here and clarify a few things:
( highly snarky take on comics and fandom...probably should skip. )