What Brown Can't Do For You

I woke up the other day and noticed something different about me . . . I couldn't breathe. I couldn't quite put my finger on why I felt choked up, nauseated, and a bit dizzy until I took a big whiff and smelled the intoxicating aroma of industrial strength lacquer permeating the air. You see, my parents decided to have our kitchen floor re-finished and the people who did the job were quite thorough, as they applied about seven coats of lacquer to give it that extra shine. Now I am sure the floor looks great, but I wouldn't know seeing how I have been temporarily blinded by the heavy concentration lacquer fumes circulating the household. This normally wouldn't be a problem if the lacquer was put down in a well ventillated area. However, the upstairs windows in our house are merely decorative and don't have the ability to function up and down. Rather, fresh air in our house depends on a central air conditioning system that only faciliated carrying the fumes from room to room via the vents. I had to be close, but I could actually see the fumes seeping into my bedroom like some kind of plague. I was a bit weary since I am well educated in the dangers of sniffing and it seemed like our house had been blanketed by a giant rag. Nonetheless, despite my chronic chest pains, loss of taste, and lacquer induced nightmares, I got to tell you my skin looks and feels as good as its ever been. These fumes have cleaned out my pores better than any soap or moisturizer combined. So if you feel that you are not looking your best, forget about Proactiv. Just lock yourself inside a house and just treat yourself to some poorly ventaillated lacquer fumes. If you have any beauty tips yourself, you are more than welcome and encouraged to post them. Hope all is well and take care.