It smells so much like a clogged toilet in my house, I might just vomit and by doing so put the olfactory icing on the cake.
Song of the day, to celebrate the arival of subtropical temperatures, smells and mosquitos:
bikini

I really did mean "Chirst". No error on my part.

It's Spring and Summer and proselytizing is the hot activity in these parts. The Mormons take the subway, older Korean housewives the streets and stores and some groups go through lots of trouble to make use of the sky as well. Huge printed banners let us know "C.I.M.P.L.E. - Chirst is my personal lord and everything". If they have t-shirts I think I will get one.

My apartment smells like a public toilet. Worse. Like all public toilets together. The wind is bringing a greeting from the water collection plant. It's bad. Getting worse. It will be a long night, I can tell.

The Godfather II is a rather entertaining movie, I must say. Way too long, though. For people with ADD like myself. But as a reward I found out in the last scene that me and the Godfather share birthdays. That pulled the whole thing together for me.