I think my nose is broken...
Mood:  quizzical
Don't panic, I don't require surgery, and I'm not bleeding. All I meant by that is that I'm smelling things that I don't think are real. I'm hallucinating smells. Or maybe I'm just misinterpreting them. Here's the rundown. Wafting through the halls is the odd combination of mac n cheese and nag champa incense. The bathroom is a mix of steamed broccoli and swamp gas, always a favorite. And here in the office, we have the pleasant aroma of burning plastic, fresh flowers, and incense (seeping in under the door from the hall). If any of that sounds "normal" to you, please tell me so I can quit trying to figure out what's wrong with my sniffer. Another major problem tonight is my internal jukebox seems to be on the fritz. It's not so bad now, but earlier I had a mind-bending medley of various tunes, including selections from West Side Story, Young Frankenstein, Into the Woods, James Taylor's "Fire and Rain", and other assorted snippets. So at one point, the mayhem in my head sounded something like this: "Pleeeease release meeeee, let me gooooooo...(slurred)puuuudin on the riiiii...MAMBO!...you can tend the garden it's yours...all the world is only you and me...but I always thought that I'd see you again...AGONYYYYY...oooooh my love at last I've found youuuuu." If that's not enough to drive a person mad, I don't know what is. Props to Amanda for understanding exactly what I mean. And more props (award forthcoming) to Amanda for ACING MY QUIZ!!! (applauding vigorously) AMAN-DA! AMAN-DA! AMAN-DA! Perhaps I'll see you this weekend and present your trophy in person? Or maybe I'll wait until the Tony's....hmmmm, tough call.

That's it for now. I'm off, like a herd of turtles... Or am I just off? Tune in next week to find out... (duh duh duuuuuhhhhh)