One thing I had forgotten about working in this area of Burnaby is the omnipresent laundry smell – if the wind is blowing in the right direction, all oxygen is replaced with the cloying scent of really, really clean laundry. There’s a commercial launderer(erererer) directly across the street, and it smells. It doesn’t smell BAD, really – just chemically fresh. It’s like how dryer sheets smell nice in small doses, but opening a new box makes you choke as the vanilla lilac death blossoms of freshness reach down your throat and bungee jump off your uvula. I’ll take the carcinogenic chemicals any day over burnt coffee, but this morning it was startlingly bad.

I am pleased with my right now.

IT BEGINS