And I don't like it. It's almost making me gag.
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
I hope this is more indicative of me being crazy than me being infected with a high-profile pathogen
but I'm smelling cigarette smoke EVERYWHERE in the house.
Nobody else smells it. Nobody here smokes. We can't even light candles in the house because of Dad's oxygen machine.
And I don't like it. It's almost making me gag.
And I don't like it. It's almost making me gag.
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