Three only partially related topics:

1. I won't buy any "Merci" chocolates again, ever. They changed the content of their "finest selection" boxes. What used to be "dark truffles" is now "dark mousse", which looks and tastes different and cannot hold a candle to the original. Heck, I used to buy those boxes for this one flavor.

Bastards.

2. I've got a cold. Again. I called in sick last Friday, went to see the doctor on Monday, and still feel pretty crappy. Blasted virus. Wonder where I picked the little bugger up this time.

3. And since there's not exactly an overabundance of Numb3rs fanfic stories (at least not novel-length Eppescest ones), I stumbled into (and please hold your laughter) Deep Space Nine. Garak/Bashir. And yes, I'm totally ashamed. Especially since - once again - I seem to have found a fandom in which shitty fic far outweighs well-written fic.

Either Garak is a weepy little copy of a 17-year-old boy in love for the first time, or else he's a Machiavellian sadist who sees Julian only as a subhuman not worthy of more than warming his bed.

:::sigh:::

Plus, alien sex? Grey skin, "spoons", and strange openings and/or appendages? K/S is nothing against G/B, I'm tellin' you, nothing.

Houston, we have liftoff.

:::runs and hides:::