i smell bad

i'm writing to you from the sick ward, which also doubles as my bedroom/home theatre/office/everything else. luckily for me, it doesn't smell like the sterile hospital environments i've grown to fear, but of coffee. lots and lots of old coffee.

i work at a coffee shop. i do love coffee. i love how it feels like a hug in the morning. i love the way it smells when the beans are freshly ground. i like talking about life and love over a little cup of brown. i do not love the lingering bitter odor that now follows me wherever i go.

i've never really been much of a shower lover. sure, it feels great if you are really dirty, to jump in that rain locker and wash away the grime. but, if your sweat has been minimal and your proximity to humans is limited, what's the point?

my lack of interest in showers has only increased since smelling excessively like coffee. every 3 days has turned into every 5. you might disagree with my logic, but you're probably stupid. you probably smell better. it's embarrassing, but not enough to make me change my ways. i just apologize to the strangers around me and hope they have a cold like me.

i feel like little gremlins are living in my head, scratching my throat with dirty acrylic nails and shooting very spicy salsa into my sinus cavities. in a stroke of coincidence, my friend broke his pelvis and  i picked up a hospital mask the other day. i'll start wearing it whenever i take public transportation, to protect the masses and look cool at the same time.