Stuffs

Somewhere there is a dead rat under the floorboards.

Or something. The house smells so bad. I noticed it first yesterday and oh my land, it's really gag inducing.

In other news: Christmas--ah! I cannot believe that it is this weekend. I also can't believe just how unready I am.

Also: I've determined that a guy at my work is creepy.

And I wish I wish I were a better conversationalist. That's a skill worth three bowls of ice cream.