I stopped into Espresso Royale on Main this morning to have a lemonade before work. As usual, two out of the three computers didn't work and an early customer got to the operational unit before me. I sat at one of the other terminals and waited for her to finish while reading Vanity Fair (funny, but it's hard going--Thackeray is so intrusive with his narration--he makes Dickens look like Raymond Carver). All the while she was doing whatever the hell she was doing, she moved the mouse around in an unusually savage manner. I mean, she was jabbing the thing, slamming it against the countertop like she wanted it dead. It was weird, it was bizarre, it was the perfect start to my day.
I saw a rainbow Monday morning, which was nice. Tonight I'm going to try and make a soup. We'll see what happens, but apparently I'm really good at making quiche crust.
One of these days I'm going to have some kind of interesting experience and y'all will think I'm lying. I did get a hilariously flattering mention in someone else's blog, but I'm holding back on linking to it because it's... well, really flattering.
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