Yesterday, I was feeling adventurous. I’d never used incense before, and I heard it was relaxing.
That’s a lie.
That’s a horrible lie.
I have to blame myself. Why I thought Dollar Tree incense would be okay is beyond me. I don’t know what I was thinking. This was dumb. This was really dumb.
Long story short, everything in my room smells like burnt cheap garbage wood. It’s brutal. I can’t really air out the room due to the sandfly epidemic around here, and fans only blow it around.
I can ignore the scent for a while, but if I leave the room, the return whiff is like being punched in the face.
Curse you, hippies. Curse you and your weird pagan voodoo. I should’ve known this was a bad idea.