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what does the machine know, right?
So I have the humidifier going in my room again, and I really can notice a difference coming into my room from the hallway, in temperature and in humidity. There's also a kind of strange scent -- it's not musty and certainly not mildewy, but something about the, I don't know, the plastic of the humidifier, that's not offensive but is a little weird. (Smells better than a room that hasn't been aired out all winter, that's for damn sure.) So the thing has a medicine cup, which is just a little hollow on the top next to the steam vent, where it will warm up and thus dispense into the air whatever medicine you choose to pour in it -- so I figured what the hell, and I poured in most of what remains of the BPAL Wrath that I still have sticking in the spiral of this notebook on my desk. I'm certainly never going to wear it again, after all.
I can't tell you how much less offensive it is this way. I can smell the cinnamon! Yay!
I can't tell you how much less offensive it is this way. I can smell the cinnamon! Yay!
