it's the little things

I think I'm allergic to my sweater.

It's like my skin is erupting with fury, a torturous itch, and I get all absentminded and scratch, and then my skin (absurdly sensitive) blossoms into all these truly horrific welts that look like someone beat the tar out of me.

The tag SAYS it's acrylic and wool (I know, I know, acrylic sucks; I don't usually opt for it, but this sweater was pretty and really on sale), and since neither of those usually bothers me, I'm wondering if the wool is angora...I hate angora...

Bah. It's a red sweater, too, which is one of my favorite colors, and now it nicely matches my pink welty complexion.

And I didn't bring a change of clothes to work, of course.

Oh well. Time to haul my itchy ass off to lunch. (Speaking of lunch -- which is leftover chicken and biscuits -- the trick to reheating biscuits is to pop them in the toaster or toaster oven. It's quick and keeps them crisp and flaky instead of turning them all spongy and gross like the microwave does to them.)

I really, really like my new job.