I'll bleed like the reed

My head has been explodey all day--sinus pressure mostly, I expect. My ears feel like somebody whimsically jabs ice picks into them on occasion. I begin to wonder if I have a pet dander allergy--I haven't had this trouble since I lived in a house with cats.
However, barring the whole malady and illness thing, tonight was keen. In honor of the martyrdom of Saint Valentine, we had a Girls' Night In with girly viddy (Bridget Jones' Diary) and pizza and cheesecake yummies and cookies and ribald valentine cards.
Seeing Colin Firth makes me want to drag _Valmont_ out and watch it again.
And then watch _Water for Chocolate_ and _LA Story_ and whatever other sappy films I have on hand. But with luck this will pass.