Jealous Again

The printer doesn't work, but after an hour of reinstalling drivers and re-entering passwords, I print out the story for my writing group.

And it's so damn good I can hardly justify my existence, let alone writing another thing, maybe for the rest of the month.

I finally go to meet Katie at the Brooklyn Flea, and when I get there I instantly feel better.

"I'm having kind of a day," I tell her with a sigh.