December 5, 2002
I forgot to put on deodorant today. I can feel that nasty slick stickiness gathering under my pits. I'm going to stink up my favorite shirt. My hair looks greasy. My face feels like it's ready for the deep fryer. What I really want to do is skip outta here and take a nice hot shower. Instead, I have to sit and stew in my own juices for another 90 minutes, like a baby who's crapped a nappy and sits in filth until someone comes along to clean up the mess. Supposedly, everyone likes their own smell. Bollocks. I stink.