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I'm wearing a modal turtleneck today. In the chaos of the morning, I put it on inside-out; when eestiplika pointed this out to me, I realized just how COZY it is inside this shirt when the soft, flat seams are pointed inwards, and the harsh, ridgey ones pointed out.

The sun is setting and my shirt is still inside-out. I'm still delighted. I feel a bit like I've crossed over into the adult version of that insane toddler rage at socks with seams: dammit, I'm a grown-up, and if I want to eat ice cream for breakfast and wear my shirt funny, I'm going to eat ice cream for breakfast and wear my shirt funny.

I had yogurt for breakfast, but it's still true.