Besides occasional nights where the cow smell sweeps over, we've got the cleanest air for any ready-to-die species. So I open the windows and doors and let the fresh breeze in. But then they get closed again because some prefer the stuffy warmth of sour bowl-o-kimchi noodles grazing over the room. Don't hate me when I return to Milpitas smelling like old asian funk.

I can't wait to return home in 2 days. I miss smellpitas.

Thanksgiving = good food = good friends = shopping = relax