Oh, a weird night. I went to bed at 11, and woke up at 2 a.m., extremely queasy due to a horrible smell permeating my apartment. Or so I thought -- Kevin was still awake, and he couldn't smell anything strange. It smelled like beer, or like beer-making, but even worse than that. Yeast gone bad. We tried opening all the windows and doors, but the smell wasn't going anywhere. It was persistent. I couldn't get my stomach to settle, and couldn't go back to sleep. Eventually I ended up taking a sleeping bag and blanket and pillow out onto one of the balconies (we tried the roof, but it was too cold and windy up there), and I managed to nap off and on for a bit. But I kept waking up sick, and eventually, around 4 a.m., I went back inside, vomited, found that the smell had dissipated, and went to sleep in my bed again. Which makes me think that maybe there was no smell at all, and I was just a little sick. I don't know.
Today, write, exercise, run a few errands. Quiet day. I'm hoping to finish the edits to Part One, and then I need to really start cranking on what happens after.