Next month (ish) JeriJo's cabin should/might be finished
I get to go see it next monday
YAY!
It's out on old mill road
I'm amused.

My couch still smells of Marah
It's a soft smell
Rough like a cat's tongue
And it's all over the gifts she gave me last night.
I wish I could collect people's smells
Just so I can capture them in my memory forever
Without effort
A saving up against forgetting.