That could explain it.

I had an epiphany while in bed this morning. (sicko! don't think nasty!) I was laying there, listening to the workers yelling at each other since they are right outside my window, and was thinking about how I hate when one nostril is plugged up. Then I started to reminisce about childhood and when we would have stuffy noses the 'rents would whip out the can of Folgers and tell us to sniff it to see if we could smell it. (though Ashley doesn't remember that. Its cause she was busy sniffing glue sticks at that age) And then my epiphany happened. Maybe my love for all things coffee, the smell, taste and texture derives from that. I got the scent of coffee lodged into my brain at such an impressionable age that it stuck.

And speaking of scents lodged in my brain, the smell of glue or perhaps it is caulk is quite strong in my room right now. I can feel the cells dying.

So, going to Whitewater this weekend to sit around my apartment. I was thinking that perhaps on Saturday I will scoot on over to Monroe and go to the fair for the cheese curds since I was deprived of Cheese Days this year. But I just don't know. I don't know how to get to Monroe from WW and I don't know if my parents will be around this weekend to accompany me or if the roomie will. I want me some curds that is for f-ing sure. Though I don't think mommy and daddy are going up north this weekend which means they should bring my bed to WW so then I could follow them to Monroe and have fun time in the sun surrounded by carnies, cigarette smoke, mullets and men in tank tops who should really not be wearing tank tops. Though at events held in the masses in Monroe it is always fun to count the number of people wearing those one shirts. Ya know, the Champion something or another ones? That say volunteer on the back? Seems like everyone in Monroe has one and if you don't then you suck. I have mixed feelings towards Monroe you see. Having been born and bred there and most my family residing in its boundaries I feel a certain connection with it. But, having had all my schooling at Oregon and it being a great rival of Monroe I cannot help but feel a little Panther pride and dislike the Cheesemakers. *sigh* these are the struggles of my life. I know the drive to the city by heart and know when the McDonald's sign (which has been changed!) is in sight we're almost there so there is a sense of welcoming but to be honest I don't have any real feelings toward the city. I don't give a rats ass about Wal-Marts going in or the basketball team. I don't care about it just people who live there.

Right. Sorry for that. I got a little carried away, my apologies.

Brewers lost last night. :( sad.

Mmmmmk. I'm hungry. Ta