hmmmm....

I smell good. Like, really good.

Delightful times with wonderful people make me happy inside. But it makes the terrible times with other people feel significantly more awful. Maybe I should have gone to Brantford. I doubt it.

I helped B take up smoking. She's not very good. It's nice that I can pass my skills on to the next generation. Most of my skills are not appropriate for anyone to observe, then attempt to copy while I instruct and correct. "It's more something I'd have to show you..."

I keep having sex dreams about the oddest people. It both entertains and unnerves me. Getting laid would most likely help with that. Hmmm...