A Day of Smells

No matter where I went today, people were smoking cigarettes, smoking marijuana or farting.  Lots of cigarettes.  Lots of marijuana.  Lots of farts.

I do not like smelling cigarette smoke.  
I do not like smelling pot smoke.
I do not mind people farting.

Why?

There is no evidence that a second-hand fart is harmful. 

I FEAR . . .

I fear that I am a character in a dream, and the dreamer is about to awaken.  And then I become a fast-fading memory soon forgotten.  

I fear a thesaurus will attack me and eat my words.

I fear sunshine at night.  Why?  What is the sun doing up so late?  Up to no-good no doubt.

I fear talking spiders on the World Wide Web.

I fear I'll get lead poisoning from pencils.

I fear that diseases cause sickness.

I fear if I tell the truth, people will think I am lying.

I fear one day the government will make free taxable.

I fear being around farting beans.

I fear that someone will throw a dinner in my honor, and I will be covered with food.

I fear my life is taking place in the mind of an Alzheimer's patient.

I fear running out of ideas and having to end my blog abrupt--