I get to go home early! Yay.
Not like I had much to do; there was a last minute thing I did making me leave a little later than planned, but it's still dandy to me. The only other thing I was doing involved checking chemical reek of the tank water and looking up peat on wikipedia (by the way, I now know what bog iron is and the significance of medieval burial in bogs).
But that's not why I post this. I post because I entered a train home and was blasted with two fragrances when I stepped in.
The first was a meaty aroma of bologna. One could even think of it like a baloney belch scent for its rancidness.
The second was a fruity aroma of maraschino cherries.
Cherries and bologna don't tend to be a combined dish in my book. Gee, I wonder why.
