Orange juice thirst

When I was a kid, I found that after eating certain very salty foods, like frozen pizzas or deli meats, I would get very thirsty. No matter how much water I drank, even to the point of physical discomfort and peeing what felt like every fifteen minutes, it didn't seem to touch the thirst. It only resolved when I drank orange juice.

Over the years as I came to know my body's signals better, I was able to identify "orange juice thirst" a lot faster. A glass or two would fix it. It always seemed to come after things involving salty preserved meats, but didn't necessarily come after eating other dishes that were over-salted.

I got the orange juice thirst one day during the very broke years in Arizona. We didn't have orange juice. I couldn't just go out and buy orange juice, I was unhappy, and I was already drinking more water than usual due to the heat. I remembered that the active ingredient in orange juice is the vitamin C, and decided to try a dose of vitamin C to see what happened. Quickly, more quickly than water alone would have resolved it, the thirst was gone. After that I took vitamin C or drank orange juice as I pleased (or as was available) when the thirst came upon me.

One day I got curious. Some vague googling later, it turns out that one of the necessary chemicals to break down one of the common preservatives is in fact vitamin C. That's about as far as my non-chemist, non-biologist self feels like taking it, but it looks like there might be something to poke at. Which preservatives? Why? Does taking vitamin C in conjunction with those preservatives have any undesirable side effects? Is it a placebo effect? I'd be interested to see if there's any research out there.

Tweets for, like, June 13th and stuff

Tumblr favorite: http://t.co/AogbIZZLLV (from amalnahurriyeh)

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heartwarming. no really. RT @Cruftbox: Blog post: On Selling a Domain Name - http://t.co/T0gBzAvbOg

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.@vassl Attempting to imagine the expressions on the faces of my various librarian friends if anyone tried riding a Segway in their library.

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This is not an hour that should exist. On the other hand, I see email incoming.

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@oakandsage @Inoru88 @zarhooie yes.

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Another 2nd Thursday, survived

... and on insufficient sleep, as is my habit.

There were renewal shenanigans. My manager told me that something broke on the back end. I spent Wednesday intermittently calling helpdesk, and cleaning my own desk in between phone calls. I actually made a paper changelog for the wiki page with the supply cabinet inventory.

Having planned my strategy, I did in fact get a three hour job crammed in to one and a half before the meeting. I am very proud of myself. Instead of splitting the notes from the May meeting directly into the user headings of the June briefing packet, I split the May notes into an intermediary document under single-month user headings, and then slipped the prepared May-by-user blocks into the June briefing packet in accordance with the prophecy.

The copier gave me some bullshit, but not that much. Collation tray full my ass.

That Guy from a neighboring department (not Mr. Bad Username, but Mr. With-All-Due-Respect-Bite-Me) was technically present, but on the phone, not in person, so nothing untoward happened there.

By some miracle, I obtained rooms for the Pink Plaid Designer's upcoming three day meeting. Different rooms every day, but still, single rooms for the entire day.

My whiteboard status for 2nd Thursdays shall henceforth have to top "Is it on fire? If not, can it be emailed? $MEETING eats my brains." Then I had to explain to my Overlady why this concept is not wise: declaring that you're unavailable for emergencies short of a fire is an invitation to mild arson. And then I had to explain That Idiot Shawn vs. my ponytail. (Spoiler: Shawn will celebrate his 33rd birthday this month, so he did not die as a result of me stabbing him. Also I didn't actually stab him. Though I could have easily.)

I carefully calculated the rate of peanut butter egg delivery that I could maintain throughout the year. Math is sometimes helpful! I think I may have been delivering them more slowly than the supply is calibrated for.

I joined some of the local gamers for some pickup fun; the tall dude hailed me at lunch and asked if I'd known there was a pickup game planned for today. Nope, but it sure was appreciated! That was fun. Though after the first game I was exhausted and in pain. So I sat out, and then went home while I could still drive.

Toast Deli and I have been having some timing mismatches. Either I'm always there at the wrong time, or it might be closed. I went to House of Sisig instead. Tonight wouldn't have been a good night for kitchen duty.

And so, to bed.

Horrible plot bunny:

Opposite sex relationships are banned because a "Nice Guy"gets a passive-aggressive monkey's paw.