I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like that coffee shop thing was just a fluke. I'm not fixed. Not better. Just… less bad for a minute. It won't last. It never does. Pixel's asleep on the couch. Wish I could sleep that easy. Maybe I'll just watch the snow again. It's supposed to snow all week. Perfect weather for staying inside. Perfect weather for being alone. But maybe I'll try the coffee shop again tomorrow. Maybe.