reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
So my friend with the baby kittens has successfully managed to find homes for all of them (she rescued them from a couch, and has been running a temporary kitten shelter in her room for the past few weeks). This is fantastic news...
Except that one of the baby kittens has found a home with one of my aunts. And another of the baby kittens is staying with her.
Given that I see my friends fairly often and my aunt on occasion, this means danger for me and my poor poor sinuses. My bronchitis has already flared up, causing great looks of concern from these people unfamiliar with the ways of my lungs.
See, it's not the allergies. The allergies are pretty minor, all considering - I usually never have too much of a problem. It's just that the baby kittens are so very cute. And I feel the need to play with them. And rub them on my face. Because I'm A MORON.
The threat level has gone down somewhat now. But they're still around, those baby kittens. And they have evil in their hearts.