I think you can directly measure how much someone likes you by how many days they take to read a book you either mentioned you're currently reading or suggested they read.

I went to see The Boy and the Heron earlier. A woman a few rows in front of me took it upon herself to scroll through Instagram for like forty minutes. Absolute psychopath. I won't miss movie theaters.

Apparently you're supposed to burn all your resources when you fall behind to try and accelerate back up to where you should be and hope to develop your way out of whatever hole you got stuck in. I'll try it.

You know you aren't your thoughts? Like, if I say "Eiffel Tower," you might imagine the tower itself. Or you might imagine France. Or France-adjacent things like baguettes. But you know you aren't the tower, nor France, nor baguettes, right? You're not your emotions either! So what are you? Hm.

A small 'active lifestyle' store opened up nearby. I went down looking for boxer briefs because, I don't know, it seemed logical that if they sold clothing they wouldn't just sell coats but also other items people might want. I didn't find any. I did find plenty of coats. And, I mean, I get it -- it's a small shop so it's critical that they exploit their space as much as possible with high-priced items. Though most of them were 50% off. I found eight million pairs of Olukai sandals on their shelves in, you know, the middle of March. The middle of March with its famous summer weather that's perfectly suited for sandals. Who the fuck is in charge here? I might go back for one of the coats... I hope it's still there... You know they didn't have any white T-shirts either? I don't think I saw a single shirt. I take it back, I'm not going for one of the coats. I want a new one but I like mine. I will not get baited by good deals, I refuse.

I went back today and got a jacket. It was 50% off. And some boxer briefs they had in the back of the store I didn't see before.