Getting nothing done, so I take out the garbage

Most days I don't feel like eating
the air around me provides all the sustenance I need
whiffs of kebab, plants and brown coffee
added to the soup of oxygen and carbon dioxide
that I swim through, ingest
12 to 24 times a minute.
they say that smells are stray molecules
given off by everything around us.
drifting between the air currents
wafting around me
I'l take in strays
like the bastard offspring of a dog and a whale

I'm going home, time to clean house, and start over.