… that don’t taste great together…
… would be my cinnamon oatmeal mixed with the pungent scents of curry and garlic wafting through my floor.
Also not so great wafting though my floor is the obnoxiously loud beat of whatever the hell my neighbors are listening to.
Which, since it’s before 10, is not the end of the world… except I’m trying to actually get some work done, and it’s not conducive.
Wait. The work. At night. That might be why I’m in such a mood about stuff.
Inhale. Exhale. Let it go.