Dear god I have obviously pissed off,
July 18th 2008
Could you please lay off already?
I found out today how not to dissect a skunk. One cut was one millimetre off, but that was enough. That was fucking awful and revolting. Imagine a creepy dissection/operating room from a videogame where there are zombies and other things chasing you. Ok now imagine that room with the stench of a skunk everywhere (by the way skunk oil is bright yellow and is so strong at the epicentre that your nasal passages just preemptively shut down and it smells minty or like birch sap or something), and then you being trapped there trying to clean it up while everyone in the building is harassing the Facilities Manager calling umpteen times to complain.
It will be funny tomorrow, but today it would have been nice to have even one ounce of sympathy from my friends instead of laughter and remarking loudly down the hall how large a scent trail I was wafting. And no, “wow, you smell bad” does not count as sympathy.
I was so mad/angry that on the way home I crashed my bike and bent some teeth on my chain ring.
Even after showering three times and changing clothes the first thing Chris said when he walked in the door was “what is that smell?!”. And it didn’t even spray on me directly!
I am going to get really drunk now.
Official verdict for this month to date (it’s been a while since my last thumbs down photo):
