All I can smell is the ocean... my hands smell like the ocean, my office smells like the ocean, the hallway smells like the ocean. Hmm maybe it's all in my nostrils.
I hope this isn't one of the early warning signs like smelling burnt toast before a stroke.
If this is what happens to grounded sailors I totally understand going back to sea, all I can think about is the ocean and sailing right now.
Sure is putting a crimp in my working style. Ha right.
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