And We Can't Use Candles :P
I'm crabby again.
There should be a blog category for being crabby. It could have all sorts of sub-groups.
I know why I'm crabby though.
This town smells like fart.
I don't know if it's the horse barn which is stupidly located on campus.
Or maybe it's the ethanol plant.
Either way, I woke up to the fart butt smell, and I'm going to fall asleep to it, too.
It almost smells like sewer backed up, but sewage isn't backed up. So it's something else, and it's coming from outside. And there is literally nothing I can *legally* do about it.
No candles. No incense.
But I'm not one to follow the rules, as is proven by the fact that I HAVE incense sitting very close to my hand right now. It's not burning yet, but I tell ya, it won't take long before I'm completely disgusted and I light that damn incense. To hell with those damn incense laws.
THE TOWN SMELLS LIKE POOP FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!! IT'S WORSE THAN A FREAKIN' DIAPER!!!
I am crabby!!!!!