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This is definitely one of those nights where heavy machinery can bite my cooter. There has been a huge industrial snowplow scraping the ten feet of street directly outside of our window for the past half hour. Not to mention a freight train heavy enough to rattle the windows. They'd better be glad I don't actually have a brick at my disposal (though I did consider flinging Harry Potter at them instead before sundart, also rudely awakened, pointed out that that would be a rather expensive brick.)

I'm all for safe roads but my GOD people. The road was clear the FIRST time. I promise.

*gnashes teeth as they come back for pass #4*

blehfrrrgle

I am full of teh cranky right now. Which is infinitely not fair cause I actually had a GOOD day today - got a lot done at work, had good conversations with morlock and surprisingly, timarok... got some errands done (I have my favorite necklace back, hoooooray!)... But half an hour ago I developed a hatred for positively everything. Feh.

sundart is equally crabtastic right now, which makes me think that this morning's interlude with the snowplows had something to do with it. anzovin is bravely cooking us dinner in the hopes that blood sugar might help. I just had a milshake and I think it's helping, though I certainly won't be happy about the phlegm late.

Here's hopin.

From this moment forth, you and I are enemies. *

why is it that good days suck at the end and bad days end on a high note?

So in conclusion to tonight's cranky suck, I decide to sack out early. Like 10:15 early. I'm tired, and cranky and all I want to do is go to bed. So I do. I get undressed, turn out the lights flop into bed. Except I can't sleep because all around me is this pervasive miasma of onion stench.

I don't know what's been up lately, but over the past month it's like I developed this hypersensitivity to onions. I can't stand the smell of them after a while, and if I'm silly enough to eat anything even remotely onion like the taste stays on my tongue for well upwards of six hours, and well, I start smelling like one. Not fun. Must be a quirk in the birth control.

Anyway, 10:45 after spending a good while tossing and turning and feeling much like Dracula in an Italian restaurant, I charge out of bed, wash every single dirty dish we own, bag up the trash, scrub the dinner pots, and even mop down the stove in pursuit of eliminating the odor. It doesn't work. I clean out the sink drain. That doesn't work either. I go back to bed cursing my existence and wondering where the firemaking things are cause goddamn I need some incense to cover this shit up, cause it's too cold to open the windows. good GOD. Deliver me from syn-propanethial-S-oxide hell.

anzovin and sundart, can we have a moratorium on the onions in our kitchen until it warms up enough to ventilate the place properly? Especially if you're going to leave the onion saturated skillet on the stove all night? thanks.

* addressed to the onion, of course