More than the smell of a juicy steak, the smell of fine fish, or the smell of new plastic toys. More than the smell of a woman fresh out of the shower, the smell of a wood fire, or the smell of fresh fruit.

Mmmmm...

That smell of petrichor in the air, the smell of a coming storm. That shift in the air, the feel of the impending crunch. Man, I love it. All I can think of is the part in The Dark Knight Returns right before Batman takes names. The wrath of god, coming straight for Gotham City.

My fever's gone down, my headache's going away, only the painful throat and cranky joints remain.

I think I'm going to pour a cup of TheraFlu, a cup of lemon sherbet, and listen to Hypnosis on repeat.

Feeling: peaceful
Listening to: petemagyar playing guitar