Whyfor the almost passing out?

I am thinking it was a nastier than normal hypoglycemic reaction, which probably means that I need to get up earlier and eat breakfast before leaving for work. Somehow I kept my balance and didn't keel over onto anyone's lap. I deserve cookies for this, yes.

Shrift, maybe you want to not drink so much in the mornings before going to work.

It was just a couple of screwdrivers! They're healthy! They've got orange juice and everything!

OMG, mac is a cutiehead!! I can't wait to see pictures of him and his mom together in the big city.

Oh, sara, I hope your schedule for feeling better is going to work. Are you able to at least minimize work to your poor head?

Cashmere! Yay you! I hardly ever post my "hey, post #!" anymore, I don't always think them out loud, so I'm even happier than other people do!

Frak! Is Gud around? The ass-hole former attorney general of Kansas, just got elected to fill the local county attorney general office of the guy that beat him!

Really? I know some people who know him personally rather than publicly and they think he is a jerk too sometimes what you see is what you get.

Mac is quite adorable.

Personally, I always prepare for almost-passing-out-on-public-transportation by not wearing high heels.

I'm definitely going shopping for more effective drugs tonight. They'll make me even flakier than I already am (which is pretty flaky,) but at least some of the other symptoms will lessen.

I recently went to a storytelling show where one comedian described a year where he worked all three shifts, getting about six hours of sleep a week. It was horrifying and hilarious. Anyway, he had somehow trained himself to sleep on the train and wake up right at his stop-- he would freak people out by waking up from a sound sleep and then bounding straight from his seat out the door at the correct stop.

Of course, he also woke up in Coney Island sometimes.

I hate being a young, healthy-looking person and feeling like I'm going to pass out on public transportation, heels or no heels -- it's hard to feel like you can ask someone for a seat.

Totally, Jesse. I was thiiis close to claiming I was pregnant or something. Well, actually I considered that for half a second, realized I'd ruin the lie by laughing hysterically, and then considered bribery.

Then my vision whited out and my ears tuned into static.

If it happens again, I'm gonna ask for a seat.

The biggest thing with standing, especially in high heels, is to not lock the knees. You could always tell during a command inspection who had forgotten that advice when the back of their head met the concrete.