Coughing has made me sound like my dad's mum who smoked her whole life, and her skin looked like an alligator's. She told great stories though, and in that way, I wouldn't mind being like her.
When I'm really stressed out, I have nightmares. Why is that?
I spend an extraordinary amount of my time in coffee shops, and I frequent Tate St. Coffee almost every day. It's a cute, independently owned place on the edge of campus, and their coffee is usually pretty good. I've decided that my favorite place to sit in there is a little corner table, out of the way. It's not easily noticed because the edge of the bar sticks out and shields it from view. I love it because I can sit there and people-watch. Maybe that's creepy of me? Ok, I get that. But people are so interesting. I like to think about what their story is (everyone has a story), why they dress the way they do; see the way they communicate with other people, and how they choose to spend their time while drinking a cup of coffee.
"Rewind" by Deas Vail
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