I woke up this morning and could barely see straight. I wrote an email to my boss saying I wouldn’t be and nearly fell of my chair. This continued until about 45 minutes after my father returned from work. Apparently recovered I prepared dinner and during its course he asked if I hated the peach-scented aromatic diffusers my brother had installed as much as he did. I found one, sniffed it and immediately felt dizzy. Superman’s weakness is kryptonite, mine is a peach-scented Glade plug in knock off. Needless to say, the Robinson’s household garbage smells quite peachy. I look forward to return to work on Friday and trying to kill my brother in his sleep on Saturday.