kjpepper | 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