Sunday night, sadfacing at a gnat in my drink

Oh my God. So sick. So very, very sick. Actually, I think I'm through the worst of it now, but I spent the last three or four days hacking continuously. Lots of cold sweats and hot flashes as well. I'm probably not as hydrated as I should be, but water and iced tea taste so harsh to me--probably because I can't smell, and therefore taste, much of anything. So I've been drinking ginger ale instead, which is better than nothing, but isn't great. I've also been having a hard time eating because it's like I can't eat and breathe at the same time, for some reason. I definitely can't laugh at all, and anything the least bit amusing usually involves a near-death experience. Also, I ended up with legendary bedhead, which I just now managed to untangle after an hour and half a bottle of conditioner. I ended up washing everything--clothes, sheets, pillowcases--after I got to the point where I wanted to just burn everything I'd been touching for the last week and cut all my hair off with a pair of kitchen scissors while I was at it. As of tomorrow, it'll have been two solid weeks of the Death Flu-Cold, which my sister had for five before the rest of us came down with it. WHEE.

All right, I've weeded through my backlog and can now present the best of the links that weren't hopelessly outdated. The defining quality of this batch of linkspam: fantastic headlines. ( Stuff we did was pretty ignorant )