I'll bleed like the reed

[cyrano]

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.

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[lil-m-moses.livejournal.com]

I'm only allergic to about one cat out of twenty or more. I had my own cats growing up, and always enjoy playing with cats, and never had any problems except with my good friend Amy's cat Beauford (biggest, meanest cat I've ever met) and maybe one or two others to lesser extents. Something about Beauford would have me clawing at my eyes within 15 minutes every time I went over if I didn't take some Benadryl first.