Gross (but not body function gross, more like smelly gross) story

I walk in the door to my apartment building tonight to be greeted by the scent of carrion. It seemed to smell worst right outside my door by the radiator, so I trepidly peeked around, expecting to find a dead rat. No rat. No dead anything. My apartment only smelled near the door, and it smelled worse in the hall, so I figured it was somewhere in the hallway. Couldn't find it. I lit a bunch of candles around my apartment, but the smell was still really strong. Freud's crate is near the door, so I took all the blankets and everything out, fearing he'd captured some small creature, but the grossest thing in his crate was a shredded pair of my undies he'd burried under his bed. At this point I was going a bit nuts, so I went on a cleaning spree. I threw out all sorts of crap from my kitchen and went through papers and put my laundry in appropriate places and moved my bed away from the wall and collected the assorted plastic bags sloppily gathered near the door (I hoard them for cleaning up after Freud's poop). That's when I found it. Sunday night I bought a beautiful on sale for $3.99/lb steak. Somehow, when I put away my groceries, it stayed hidden in its bag-inside-the-bag, and was hidden among the empty bags. 48 hours later, it fucking stunk. It is now outside in the dumpster. This is the second piece of steak I've left out this month. The first one was cooked and served for dinner at my parents' and I brought it home and took it out for a late night snack and ate half and forgot to put the second half back in the fridge. I love steak way too much to be treating it so shamefully.

Today I learned what the spleen does. Not that interesting, which is a shame because it has such a wonderful name. Spleeeeeeeeeen.