I’m sitting at my desk, looking at a small wide-screen monitor, watching these words appear on the screen as I type them. I’m wearing a dark blue hoody (though I’ve never gotten used to that term) with a silk-screened drawing of birds flying on the front and back. I’m wearing blue jeans and a pair of old swede slippers. The slippers have fake fur on the inside. It doesn’t look like fur. It looks like the same material teddy bears are made from. I don’t know what that material is called. I’ve had the slippers for about two years. They cost $70 and they’re not worth $70. The fake fur wore out within a couple weeks, and my feet get moist and give off an odour when I wear them for more than 20 minutes so that I have to take them off just to air them out and cut down on the stink. My feet don’t rank and clear out the room. I doubt anyone notices it like I do, but the point (which really isn’t a point at all) is that I do notice the smell. I just took off my slippers as I began writing about them. I could use a new pair of slippers.