I am the Hulk

In a fit of fury over the fact it was snowing when I looked out the window this morning ("Damn you, global warming!"), I snapped off the hot water faucet on the kitchen sink. Well, it wasn't so much the fury as the fact that I was trying to turn the water off, and the faucet just wasn't down with that. Fortunately, it did not do the sit-com thing of shooting water all over my kitchen; it just kept running, and so I got under the sink and turned it off. No big deal, except now I don't really have any convenient way to get hot water to run in my kitchen. I am going to try and shanghai one of my handier friends tomorrow and see if he can help me replace it.

Also, I am having a scent-memory Issue. I recently bought a bottle of shower oil (Vitabath original Spring Green, if you must know), and the first time I put it on I had a total flashback...to nothing. I know that I know this smell, from back in college. I can almost get to the memory, but not quite. There's some patchouli in the mix, and God knows I was surrounded by enough patchouli-wearers in college, but the memory is more specific than that. I keep sniffing myself in frustration, but nothing helps. It's just as well that I've gotten a cold and can smell nothing.

Soon, I will go douse my face in hot water in the hopes that it will clear out my sinuses. But it probably won't. Woe!