I Couldn't Get to Sleep

Due to undisclosable events, my residency has become temporarily inhospitable. I shall return eventually, and sleep in my exceedingly comfortable bed. For now I write this in a Starbucks, latching onto a TMobile signal for dear life. Next I'll be eating at McDonald's. This particular location is on the corner of Lawrence and El Camino, and I chose it because it is open until 1am.

The quiet room is anything but. Even with the door closed, segregating us from the noisier patrons, sounds of laughter, conversation, and generic wish-I-was-indie music surge through every crack they can find. When the door is opened it is a brief torrent of sound. Everybody always tries to pull the door open on the opposite side, when you have to push it to get in. I don't blame them. The handles are all wrong.

When I first sat down, I spilled coffee. That was my introduction, and I think everybody hated me for it. My first action was to go back to the counter.

"Is there something you need?"

"I..." Fumbling hesitantly, I sighed and looked down. "I am incompetent."

I cleaned it up, of course, and Blake the Register Biscuit offered me a fresh cup. I did not decline.

Thankfully the evening wasn't a complete waste. I made a friend. She will be at the Potter thing tonight. We shall see how that turns out. The rest of the evening, once I was shown the door at 1am, was spent watching DVDs in Denny's, nursing a lonely glass of soda. Glorious (Eddie Izzard) and Silent Hill.

Fun fact: Izzard is the word for "the letter z." I'm not making this up.