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I thought something smelled mighty funky last night when I got home. I thought maybe I had left some laundry in the washer for a few days, but upon inspection the washer was found to be empty. But then again, I had been so grossed out by the peculiar body-odor of one of my lazier co-irkers earlier in the day that I figured my mind was just stuck in "he smells like dog-shit" mode and it was going to take a hot shower and some good prescription strength dope to get that smell out of my head.

Yeah, right.

Hours later, after I had spent most of my valuable t.v. time trying to convince myself that one of those fucking cats hadn't in fact taken a shit under my t. v. chair I go into the bathroom and get ready to take a shower and find out that one of those fucking cats had peed on the bathroom rug.

Then the little bastard threw up on it.

Or maybe somebody got sick, was in the process of throwing up and peed by accident.

Maybe somebody got sick, and somebody else came along and decided to cover the throw-up smell with pee. Mybe somebody peed and the smell was so bad that the next somebody that came along was overcome with nausea and threw up.

Who knows, the possibilities are mind boggling.

All I know is that I'm glad the washer was empty. I threw that befouled rug into it and chugged a healthy amount of ammonia in after it.

Thirty minutes later I was finally able to shower.

Today is just, well, hummmmmm

It's cold.

I'm bored.

I'm sitting here thiking about shagging Vincent D'Onofrio. I'd spend the rent at La Perla for that man.

Other than that, I've got nothin'.