And speaking of lunch, the only problem I have with pho is that I end up wearing it. Okay, I have two problems with pho: that I end up wearing it, and also that it's too delicious so I eat twice as much as I should.

Togarashi and Sriracha sauce are good for clearing your sinuses, though.

I'm so sorry, Scrappy. He sounds wonderful.

Where do you go for pho, shrift?

Aw, I'm so sorry, Scrappy.

Today it was my office cafeteria, but I've heard Tank Noodles in Uptown is good. Or Pho 777. Argyle probably is the place to go.

Oh no, Scrappy. I'm sorry.

I'm kinda shell-shocked.

Oh, Scrappy, that's awful. How long have you had him?

I'm assuming selective memory is a subconscious thing, because I'm not sure why I have to remind some people of the exact same thing over and over again, sometimes multiple times a day. It's an important thing--pretty fucking critical to work, but it keeps being forgotten.

Unless that fact goes in a very specific part of the brain, and that part is broken, so...oops, it fell out again.

Two co-workers started a conversation about my drawing while I was on the phone (including "I'm wondering if she can draw something for me...") and made me miss a huge bit of the conversation. Yet I didn't hear the key bit of what they were saying about me either.

I think I'm going to take an hour's lunch. But I have to work out where to spend it. Handicapped parking spots are so obvious.

Separately, I want this so bad, if I could figure out how sheets would actually work: [link]

That looks awesome, but probably require no sheets or super loose sheets, neither of which are very appealing.