You're never through with surprises 'till you're dead

Holy frickety frack it was busy at work today. It was the FOH equivalent of a sold out rainy day Wednesday matinee of Anne with 100 francophone latecomers. Meep.

After I got home, I totally crashed and slept for an hour and a half. Not even Gilmore Girls could rouse me. I'm telling you, this whole getting up early thing does nothing for me. Especially after an entire week of sleeping till 10.

Also, thanks to me not cleaning out my fridge before leaving for vacation, it has developed that distinctive putrid smell again. Perhaps I shall try and verify my previous findings and see if this, too, shall pass.