I worked there, so we had all the smells all the time. I have some Grass, still. When I smell it, I'm instantly back in the summer of my first job. At work they always played that Barenaked Ladies song, "Broke into the old apartment" and we got half off everything, and I wore short-shorts and learned how to fold perfectly and flirt with older guys, but now I don't really remember anymore. I can probably fix that by going home and sniffing some Grass, though.
Read books. Not Ayn Rand. Mostly George R.R. Martin.
@DMcK OR they're so intelligently and happily playing with all the super cool stuff they've invented, they couldn't be bothered to come visit us.
Drop Dead Fred. What?
I'm in a city that would do well to know
snow, and this is so perfect.