There is a truly awful smell emanating from the ceiling, one row over from me. It's a combination of poo-poo and corpse. I can only assume that someone on the late shift managed to secretly stow a feces-caked pair of size 64 tighty-whitey's above the ceiling tiles. I'm periodically sniffing a tin of cinnamon candy to get through the day. I may need to shave my head and burn my clothes when I get home tonight.