Now you’re cooking with gas
I actually have something else to post about today but at the moment I have some breaking news. I’m living in a gas station. At first, I thought it was just me. My apartment smelled like gas but it occasionally does when the building next door is getting a delivery. Then the subway smelled like gas but I was half-asleep so didn’t think anything of it. Then my office smelled like gas and I figured I was just insane. But a co-worker tells me it’s the whole city! I don’t know whether to be freaked the fuck out or super-excited that I’m not as insane as I thought I was.
Jane just sent me this link:
Gas-like odor permeates Manhattan
Yay!
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Edited to add: Bloomy’s giving a press conference. I don’t mean to panic anyone but I’m pretty sure we’re all going to die.
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Edited again to add: Welcome people visiting from blog-search-engines. I sure linked to the right article. Doesn’t J-Ball look pretty on one of these sites?
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I would just be excited that at least you’re not crazy.
Don’t die! Or at least put up one more post before you die! Just one!
The smell alone would get me. It makes me nauseous. I hope you guys don’t explode.
CSI, I think we all know better on that one, don’t we?
Don’t worry, Jane, as soon as I’m fully caffeinated I’ll let everyone know why I was so tired on the train this morning. Hint: it wasn’t just gas fumes!
Lydia, I feel like my head is going to explode, I really do. It’s dissipating a bit but my migraine hasn’t gotten the message.