My house stinks.

I think some of it is coming from the carpet in the bedroom, which has been there at least 25 years. There's only so much a vacuum can do after all.

I also suspect the cat may have yacked up somewhere, but I can't locate anything specific.

Of course I should be more conscientious about emptying the trash, and cleaning out the trap in the kitchen sink. I've become something of a slob it seems. I just don't feel very motivated to do anything more than the minimum necessary.

I'm also developing an annoying tolerance for liquor, which of course puts pressure on my already meager budget as I must consume more to achieve the same level of sedation.

I realize after all this time, that I've become the subject of a Simon and Garfunkle song I remember hearing as a child. It's as if from that day forth, I'd sentenced myself to fulfill that lonely fate;

I've become a most peculiar man!