The downtown Post Office parking lot (6th and Guadalupe) smells like glue. Really, really strong glue. They’ve been doing construction on building / corner / parking lot for a loooooong time and I guess they’ve gotten to the … glue phase. I got out of my car and about talked myself out of my need for stamps. No one else seemed to mind. People were walking around all normal like and I had my hand clamped over my nose and mouth shielding myself from the fumes. I don’t know when this hyper-sensitive sense of smell thing kicked in, I haven’t always been this way. Then again, I didn’t think I was a picky eater until I moved out of the house and had to start shopping for myself. But I digress. I can’t sit very long in my doctor’s office if it’s been raining, it gets a musty smell. I’ve canceled two appointments. Jef and I were at dinner the other night and a girl walked by wearing coconut tanning lotion and it made me gag. He didn’t even notice it, but I had to walk away. On a happy note, I feel like I can smell every flower in my neighborhood. Before you get any ideas, I’m not pregnant or anything, it’s been going on for months. I think I’ve just become one of those people who’s allergies finally got the better of her and I’d prefer to use unscented laundry detergent rather than risk a weird scent aversion.