Ok... I'm better now.

Peppermint has rendered me incapable of smelling anything.

While talking to the boyfriend on the phone he murmurs something about "psychotic break" and "phantom smells". - That's what you get for dating a psychiatrist.

Of course, I'm still jacked up on caffine - so I can't sleep yet. Maybe I'll grade papers until I get tired (that shouldn't take too long).