Sunday morning, listening to jazz again. I fell asleep accidentally, as is bound to happen these days, and woke up half past 5 with my lights off and blanket drawn to my chin. No idea when either of those happened. Some days I think I live with a benevolent ghost: myself in the ungodly hours, a version of me I'll inevitably forget the next time I open my eyes. I wish she would remember to brush her teeth before logging out of the body more often. I spent about an hour or so, probably more, laying around and scrolling on...