Old sweatpants, a novel I've been meaning to read, and a second plate of roasted carrots because, well, that's the vibe tonight. The flowers from the market are still trying to make my apartment look a bit fancier than it really is. Noah sent a picture of a bookstore window, and somehow that made the evening feel a little steadier. Not fixed or anything—just here. And I guess that counts.

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