In the company of strangers

Every week or so, I am accosted by a reek something like a cross between roadkill and rotting coldcuts. This is followed by a day or two of cleaning everything, spraying deoderant and disinfectant everywhere, and generally trying to figure out where the stench is coming from.

Today, the stink arose again, and Sarah decided that it was one of the neighbors cooking something. So we went outside, and sniffed around. Sure enough, it appears to be oozing out of the apartment downstairs, where the college guys live. So apparently, given the fact that this happens with great regularity, this is actually a desired concoction.


I am *so* tired of apartment living.