We've entered the arena of the unwell, in a flaming car, followed by ninjas...who are also on fire.

Rather unwell. Breakfast didn't agree with me and left the building, much like Elvis, but queasier. Problem is, being diabetic, this causes problems, on top of dehydration I've got to try and get my blood sugar levels up without being sick again. Had to cancel going to the local group meet, arse.

EDIT: shit, just went upstairs to grab some food and had to sit down for five minutes, all dizzy and almost fell over.

K9 will be jealous.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSviafRqREU&feature=related

As Mistress Romana (the first) shills cat food. :)