In a fit of nostalgia

I sprayed on some Noa perfume that I got while in Miami some ridiculous amount of time ago - in fact, I don't even know why I still have the bottle.

I realized I smelled like part convalescent home, part perfume, and part Jocy, gagged, washed it off, immediately got a migraine, and threw it away.

Migraine didn't leave. Now I know that raunchy stale perfume is definitely a trigger. Yay! Dosed up on drugs, came to work, and drank a soda. Discussed my new rental car which I secretly like more than my real car because it has a sunroof, and so far the day has been pretty good.

Haven't done much work either which has been nice.

Can't wait to go home and sleep this thing off though.

Rule of thumb (or head, whatever) don't hold on to crusty old perfume for five years. That's gross. They weren't kidding when they said perfume expires, and nobody wants to smell like a bedpan.