God. My black leather trigger smells so good. That perfect, intoxicating leather smell, which somehow always reminds me of this leather jacket I bought when I was 18. Oh how I loved that coat. I bought some paint and carefully wrote “NIRVANA” on the back of it. Cheesy.

Today is moving slowly. I haven’t left the building. Maybe I should take a walk, get the blood flowing, get some oxygen. I’m told it’s cold outside. Deceptively.

I’m doing this rewrite right now of certain parts of my no-vel. It’s top to bottom, pretty big edits. I am excited but it makes me sigh because the stuff I mailed out to friends will now be kinda obsolete. But the basic story is the same…? I am still waiting for comments from almost everyone. I keep wanting to say, “It’s better! I fixed it! Believe me!”