Sushi craving used to be a migraine pre-cursor for me. Back when there was more pre- time. Now, not having a bad one one is all the indication I get.

God Italian Job is mesmerising. I love that magic cast. Also, heists. Negates the Wahlberg. I saw this with LAistas, I remember--at Mann's Chinese, and the movie uses a location next door. Weird sensation (see also Crazy Something Love and Gross Pointe Blank).

Can you have lunch lactose intolerant? I'm trying to work out what at lunch makes me coughy and phlegmy. It's not the pasta, not the seafood, but I had fucking whipped cream with breakfast, and I was fine and uncongested.

I have all the snot answers tonight! I've had the phlegm rebound effect from particularly rich dairy. Usually doesn't kick into full effect until a couplethree hours later. Greek yogurt will do it to me.

And now I have to blow my nose because I got way too much water up my nose in the pool tonight.

Sending get better vibes to mac. Poor noodle!

We may be getting a new kitty tonight! I know it isn't even a week since our other kitty died, but I went on petfinder, JUST TO LOOK YOU GUYS, and then I saw this guy: [link] So we contacted the foster and she's bringing him over tonight and if he gets along with our crew, well, we got ourselves a new cat!

Okay, that at least makes me feel better about feeling worse.

Tried a little outdoor work, but anything involving bending over gave me the dizzies. Probably isn't good when all three members of the hort department are in the office on a beautiful day. And then I had to stay until 7pm for a neighbors meet and greet and give a garden tour. On the plus side, several board members said it was the first time they had a comprehensive and professional tour of the grounds. So fucking sad, I've been here for five years, and two of those board members have been here for longer.

We may be getting a new kitty tonight!

GO TEAM snuggly tabby boys!

Scrappy, after reading sarameg's post, Thunder is a most excellent name for a kitty!

Nunya was doing the thundering thing back and forth across the apartment last night. Which made me askeared that there was a critter she was chasing. Flipped on the light. She was all bug-eyed at being interrupted during her fit of insanity. She's got the great outdoors to romp in, but chooses to do suicide runs in the cramped apartment.

Wishing you a good fit, Scrappy, he sounds well suited to your household. Time is right when it is right. Even when you don't even know it.

That's a lovely way to put it, sarameg.