slushy's sense of smell

if i hadn't started riding the crimson tide today i might think i was with child. or with fetus. cause my olfactory talents are at genius levels right now and it's killing me. everywhere i go some kind of stank. at the gym, the smell of cleansing powder mixed with bathroom humidity and old air freshener seemed to waft (really not the right word as that connotes something pleasant to me, not something that makes you want fresh air more than anything else on earth) and made me leave posthaste at the end of my turn on the machine and not dilly dally with on site stretching. in the office there's a slightly sweet soapy smell but not sweet good—tis no less than sweet bad and kinda yucks me out. someone microwaved that faux butter popcorn and i gagged. in the hall i passed the building mgr who's a smoker and the stale old smoke smell radiated off of him in way that made me pick up my pace (and i'm already somewhat of a fast walker). all i need is to get into a gypsy cab with an overambitious pine decoration swinging from the rear view. and that will make me repeat a post-mary poppins-viewing day i once had (car ride, back seat, nauseated on a breakdown-lane-less highway in hartford, childproof windows that roll only half way down...we all know how it ends...with me watching benson in bed as everyone else ate dinner)

so it is today.