ya like jazz?

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 my phone until I realized the sun was up and I was still not. I have a bunch of stuff to do today: laundry, dishes, sweeping, sheets, grocery, all of that. Just catching up on being my own zookeeper after selling my soul to medical school. Speaking of which, I finally caved and bought an iPad because I got sick of looking up body parts on my tiny phone. I should've done it way back in college; the prices are so much higher now because of the AI-induced shortages. In…