Monday, March 29, 2004
Someone is eating some sort of seafood dish for lunch, and the entire fucking office stinks. But it doesn't smell like someone is eating seafood - it smells like someone has taken a bushel of live crabs, popped off the lid, and is throwing the fucking crabs all over the place, smashing them against the walls and ceiling. I can almost see the smell coming under my office door and attaching itself to my clothes.
The best part is that I have some stupid meeting this afternoon where I'm supposed to meet some people, which is good, because I don't have enough trouble getting people to like me on my own - now I have to do so smelling like the fucking bay.
God damn it.