In keeping with her tradition of spending more time in my bathroom than I do, my roommate recently exchanged the small night light, whose bulb burned out, for one of those electronic air freshener things. It's way over-the-top, as usual. As in, it's very fragrant. Overpowering, even. Every time I walk into the bathroom it's like someone just shoved a bunch of roses on steroids into my face, which leads me to suspect that this particular model of air freshener was intended for use in a warehouse, rather than the 3.5' x 8' space that is my bathroom. This is yet another area in which my roommate and I differ. We'd previously established that I am not OCD and I am not bipolar. We can now add "prefers household chemicals to be inhaled in limited quantities" to that list.