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[leahbobet]

Just got home.

Had a great time, tired as hell, blood sugar in the toilet, and feeling extremely murderous because of late trains, screaming toddlers that didn't stop for three hours, bad food, lack of personal space, and the discovery that the tiles under my desk are buckling in a fashion akin to water damage.

Yeah.

Con report...not now.

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[icedrake.livejournal.com]

Okay, parsing error on first reading. "Someone put blood sugar in your toilet bowl? Is that like regular sugar in the gas tank? Or more like blood meal, to scare away the herbivores?"

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

"Blood sugar in the toilet" = very far down. Low. Crashing.

When my blood sugar bottoms out I see the world from the bottom of a pit of implacable black homocidal rage.

[icedrake.livejournal.com]

Oh, I got it after the first WTF moment.

Didn't know about the homicidal rage though. *hands Leah a cookie*.

It's a good cookie. I made it myself, and I didn't eated it.

[lotusice.livejournal.com]

But gosh, it was good to see you too!!

I had the big old post con crash, and I think it had nothing to do with toilets and sugar. But totally worth it. *hugs*

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, from the light of morning this has greatly to do with low blood sugar. And my goddamn floor-plus-AC being broken. Dammit.

But yes. Worth it. :)

[beth-bernobich.livejournal.com]

*quietly offers bon-bons*