Took it to the street, so to say. Stopped of at Starbucks on my way to buy a new calculator. Starbucks makes their baristas run a sell routine on me, either Via instant or a Starbucks card or whatever. It’s a script they’re forced to do even though I’m in there 5 times a day. P115 seemed to put me in active tune-out mode while I was joshing with them… I wasn’t pissy-negative like the -none class would make me, and I wasn’t exististentially down in an avoidance hole, it was possible to play with it while being totally unaffected… absolutely indifferent w/o the emotional alienation… so I got to the store and was looking at a rack full of calculators, quickly singled out the right one, paid and got out of there, was thinking, yep, this is THE -mone to use when shopping for a calculator, “just the facts, m’am”… got back to the office, I’m unusually sweaty and not to crazy about the neroli… however there is something kind of footy like a well worn sock going on under the neroli so maybe that’s it… if you wore this to a bar in high dose strength the room would be talking about the long term impact of the national debt and the relative merits of aluminum alloys…