cold and onions

christ, it stinks like onions in here.

oh god.

we need some sort of door to block the kitchen and the living room and well, everywhere else.

that and it would probably help if we could turn on the fans to blow away the bloody smell.

no, says my mom.

and bitches at me when i do turn on the fans. it stinks! horridly so!

to top it off, she says it isn't that bad. the stench of the onions has only smothered the entire house.

waste of electricity, says my mom.

and it only feels like 46 degrees celcius outside and probably hotter in my gram's old house.

help!

i melting into onion sause.

can't be too good for my cold.