Oh, those neighbors...

Someone nearby, either outside or sharing a wall with me, is eating hot dogs. Lots of them. So many of them that it smells like there's an open package of the things on my desk as I type. I've sniffed everything around here, all over the apartment. The hot dog smell is pervasive. Yet there has never been a hot dog in this apartment from the day I moved in. It's weird.

Love and Peace