We spent our first night back in the apartment last night, after a night of cleaning and moving all of our furniture back where it once sat, now above brand-spankin' new carpet. The smell of mildew has been replaced by the smell of what I described as sushi most of the night last night, until finally Brandon complained that I don't even eat sushi. For the record, I've tried it once. It's aight, but if I'm going to have to develop a taste for something, it shouldn't be so expensive. Anyway, I corrected myself after his complaint and began saying that the place (mostly the kitchen) smelled like a California roll. With ginger and wasabi, for the record. Yummy when it's the real thing, downright nauseating when it's the smell of your water-damaged home.