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[stillsostrange]

I should know better than to get Starbucks' coffee, really I should. But alas, it's here and I was groggy. So I sip my cup of char and half & half and make faces. I am wearing the bottom of my trousers rolled.

I'm stuck on a conversation scene, wherein some sort of useful information is supposed to be related. I have no idea what that information might be. And two characters who are not supposed to be making eyes at each other are threatening to do so. Maybe I should draw more maps.

I've climbed 12 flights of stairs so far today, and that has to count for something.

This pointless entry is brought to you the letter R, and by the number 3.

Happy Equinox.

Comments

[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

Officially autumn, woo!

Is Starbucks that bad?

[stillsostrange.livejournal.com]

Some people love it, but to me all their coffee tastes burned, and anything that doesn't is so full of sugar and syrup and goop that it isn't really coffee any more.

This is what I get for being lazy and not walking across the courtyard to the slightly better coffee shop on campus.

[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

I shall remember that, just in case I ever develop a taste for coffee.

[aimeempayne.livejournal.com]

I like their chai...but only sometimes.

[aimeempayne.livejournal.com]

The only thing left to do is eat a peach and listen for the mermaids.

[deborahkalin.livejournal.com]

I am wearing the bottom of my trousers rolled

Prufrock! That one single line just brought up a wash of memory. How I love that poem, and it's been forever since I've lost myself in it again. Thankye.