Suffocation

I hate the way this stupid place stinks. The smell permeates my clothing and lingers there hours after I leave. These morons just can't seem to stop smoking. Shame. It killed my 'creative writing mood'. I was about to dismiss the line of thought but the noise made my mindless game players hanging about is just terrible.



I can't do it. Not today. I'll talk freely later when I figure out how to overcome this wretched smell.