My house smells. That's the long and short of it. There's a yeasty smell around my desk, like really really old flowers. And my kitchen is a mix of garbage stench and fly killer. The sink smells like mothballs. I would almost welcome a head cold these days (oh, I shouldn't have said that). I can't seem to get my work done tonight. Maybe it's the dictionary I just bought...it looks menacing. I am going to improve my vocabulary if it kills me. Liz Frank said that my grammer and vocabulary were attrocious. Humph.
