Mood:
smellyProps to anyone who knows the origin of my title.
I've introduced Jim to the wonders of blogging. We'll see what he does with it. In the meantime, I've coined a new term: quasi-Orthodox. That's my religion. As I only make it to church about once every 4-6 weeks, and I'm certainly not participating wholeheartedly in the fast, I think it's appropriate. Oh, and I'm living with a man I'm not married to. I'm just one big no-no.
If you're wondering about the significance of my title, here's what you've been waiting for. I work in a "historical landmark" (read: old building). As such, it is only natural that the plumbing is, shall we say, archaic. Well, the owners aren't doing much to keep it up to standards, and as a result, it's not doing so hot. We are frequently inundated with what Jim calls "swamp gas", meaning sewer fumes. They're so strong today that the little headache I had when I got here has blossomed into a doozy. Thank God for Tylenol. Anyway, that's what made me think of the bog of eternal stench. Now you know....the rest of the story.