I decided, after nursing my morning Tylenol PM hangover, that I really needed to work on my book. I haven’t for about a month. I also decided that I needed a change of scenery, and because there was some bizarre traffic issue and I got all turned around and went halfway to the mountains, I finally stumbled into Barnes and Nobles, my school year haunt.
And everything feels wrong. There are so many people here. So many LOUD people. Especially the old people. They’re really loud here. At Borders they keep to themselves, but not here.
I like sitting next to the big windows to write while I’m here, but people keep looking at me through it funny and the coffee tastes all wrong and none of the baristas know my name. I think one guy from the school year at least recognized me here, but he’s not working today. That’s depressing.
That was CRAZY. Just as I wrote that out, the guy walked in! WOW. If I mention Liam Aiken, will he pop in for a visit too??
Other thoughts: The one carb I could not live without is bagels. Take away my tortillas, even my pasta, but do NOT take my bagels away. I love bagels. They are the toast I crave at midnight and the bread that I use for sandwiches.
I miss my Borders baristas. But I’ve already bought my coffee here and I don’t want another one, so I wouldn’t be able to justify mooching off the Borders wifi. And I’m already here.
Hah. I got dressed and everything to go out to write, and I’m sitting here ranting about how I miss Borders. WRITE.
Ok. I’m going now. And I’m not leaving this seat until I write ten pages in Eugenia. Or until it’s 3:30, at which time I need to go home and feed the animals.
BYYE
P.S. There’s a lady on her laptop sitting across from me and she keeps staring/smiling at me. It’s creepy. I miss my spot at Borders where I can just sit and watch the cute barista covertly while blogging.
