This week I'm obliged to not bathe. My rusty tub is being refinished, and it won't dry until at least Thursday. It's only been since Sunday, but already my hair is greasy and I smell like food.
I think I smell like salty chicken soup, except for my armpits, which smell kind of like peppered steak left in the refrigerator too long. I can also catch whiffs of the meat section in C-Town and fine cheeses. Occasionally I'll smell something vinegary.
There's a BabyHole tonight. I usually bathe before I host shows, but what can I do? The gods have spoken.
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