It’s humid.

The Johnny Depp trial is playing in another tab. It's background noise that I can't turn off. An easy distraction. A quick dose of entertainment. A bump of dopamine. 

Another shooting. Texas. 19 kids. Fucking hell. My instinct is pro 2A, but this is becoming an epidemic if it's not one already. 19 children. 

Things are settling down in the old brain. I'm finally able to focus. Depression is lifting like a disappearing storm, rain droplets falling off my umbrella. I may need a new umbrella as the one I've been using is shredded. The newscaster forgot to warn me about the hail. 

It's terribly humid in the swamp. I will never understand people's love for this dreaded state, especially with the insane rent increases. Where do poor people live now? In hell? Hell is cheap. No air-conditioning, and I heard the landlord is overbearing and horny. Get it?

I've changed the title to my novella What's the Matter, Skeeter Jones!. It's now: The Mishaps of a Wondering Hypochondriac, Skeeter Jones. Too wordy? Still working on it. The former title belonged to the short film. A thought popped into my head: Should I link or post the video here, in Square Space?

Further thought: Each chapter will be separate from the others, almost like a memoir. Should I post them here? I've decided to finish it, pay for an editor, and publish it for free. My first entrance as an author should be gathering an audience. People do love free. So maybe SquareSpace could do that? I'll marinate. 

On the thoughts, I mean. Not in my own juices. 

There's no fucking audio on the Johnny Depp trial. It started, so it'll kick in when it officially starts. Donnie Brasco is in my top ten.