I mean, it's not like you're missing out on anything. It's me whining about my schedule for the millionth time. Could there be a less compelling topic?

Of course, now I can't think of a topic at all! Hmm.

I would love to tell some work stories, but it was just so mellow tonight. One interesting thing about working at a coffee shop is that the weather has a huge influence on your day. If it's hot, everyone comes in and orders Frappufuckingcchinos. (Especially teenagers. Extra caramel on everything. They never tip.) When it's cold, everyone wants something from the bar-- a latte, a cappuccino. Tonight it looked like rain, but it was sort of muggy and warm when you did finally go outside. Nobody knew what they wanted, so they all stayed at home instead. Thank you, weather!

Oh, we did have one strange thing happen. There's this old lady who comes in and sits with a newspaper by the window. Ry picked up the paper when she was done with it and showed it to me. "She does this every single time," he said. The entire paper was stacked with one section neatly on top of another, except right in the middle of the stack was the sports section, and it was ripped carefully in two, right down the middle.

This is the fourth or fifth time Ry has picked up her paper and found it like this. It is just so weird and compulsive. Why the sports section? What has she got against sports? Did the sports section kill her daddy?

Later on, she came back to the store and brought Ry one of those fake 9/11 anti-Bush government conspiracy dollar bills. I tried to figure out how the sports section might be part of the government conspiracy, but I didn't get anywhere.

In other news, I'm beginning to get a crowded tutoring schedule once more; my life of leisure is quickly coming to an end. I wrote a whole entry about the logistics of this but in the end, really, nobody cares.

I can now think of a thousand things I should have accomplished this summer, but didn't. Instead, I spent the summer trying to extricate myself from complex romantic entanglements, and trying to entangle myself in new ones. Dealing with a lot of emotions connected with that-- loneliness and guilt have been recent favorites. Sometimes emerging from the summer in one piece seems like an accomplishment all by itself.

Didn't mean to bring down the room there. Good mood, good mood! Go to my happy place! Um. How about a picture of me? That always cheers me up, I don't know about you.

Okay, I have run out of things to say and stories to tell. Unless you want me to babble on about my to-do list, and you don't.

Believe me, you don't.