For some reason I keep smelling eggs. I have no Idea where the smell is comming from. I think I'm going to put my trash can under someone elses desk and then, when they are not looking, I will go over there and see if I smell eggs. If I do, then I will know. Knowing is good. Knowing is comfortable. I feel better when I know, you know? There is something on my knee too. I have no idea WHY this happens, but every time I wear black, I get something on me. I usually find it at the point of no return and I am then a prisoner to my clothes until the days end. Kitchen dirty and I gotta mop. But I did find some ramen noodles that I will partake of later this evening. I feel like making love. One hundred. 
