Reek

Patchouli person is somewhere on this train. It is like a Whodunnit mystery, only instead of who committed a murder, it's who the hell dipped themselves in this dense acrid oil. I'm so tempted to just stand up and make a speech. 

Mondays are bad.

Mornings at 6am suck.

Combine the two, and you have "bad suck" or "suck bad."

I am remarkably awake today. Somehow alarm went off at 5:15 and I didn't hit snooze. Weird! Thankfully, too. Last few days I've not been able to wake before 630.