Smelly Pants.

While I'm all for the environment and composting -- big fan here -- I do have a problem with it festering outside my window. Yes, it's only Tuesday nights...but today it's especially horrid. Like, bile and vomit horrid. To compensate, I sprayed my room with some Lysol that I had in my apartment this summer and now I can't stop thinking about this summer. It's true what they say about smell being the more powerful senses when it comes to memory. Well, I guess my dad did spray MY MATTRESS with the stuff so it was sort of all over and overwhelming.

Guess who has a couple papers that she has no desire to write. I'll give you a hint: she likes long walks on the beach and smells like Lysol (Mountain Spring) and detritus...