You know what? At the busiest time of the day you don't need three tables when there are only two of you. One for your coffee, one for your laptop (that you aren't even using) and one for your bag? Seriously, that is beyond rude. People are standing waiting for a table, you know? That you're in MY spot only makes me hate you more. Bitches.

After only half an hour perched on a stool while waiting for a better seat my back is already killing me. Thanks. What a great start to the day. Hmph.

I was going to go over and edit the stuff I marked red on the outprint but this tiny table isn't big enough for both the laptop and the stack of papers. Now what? *sulks*


Know what I realized yesterday? I'll be in New York when the season finale of SPN airs. The plane lands at 7 pm May 13th so I doubt I'll get to a TV in time. And I very much doubt I'll bring a laptop. (Although if we get my cousin's friend's apartment I might but I don't know if she has internet since she only lives there part of the year.) Balls.

Mood: bitchy Tags: # cafe, writing

The internet is sporadic at best, dropping out and gone for long periods of time. *sighs*

Good, because it keeps me from procrastinating when I should be writing. Bad, because it's keeping me from looking up stuff I need FOR my writing.

I got here at 9 this morning and am trying to keep focus even if my head keeps telling me I should be at home sleeping. Seriously, I keep zoning out with sounds fading away and my vision going blurry. Gah! I don't have time for this. This is my day off, the day I have been looking forward to using as a full and proper Writing Day. *shakes head and drinks more coffee*


As well to distract me, but much more pleasurable, is the cutest gay guy ever sitting at a table in front of me. Remember the one who was babysitting his tiny baby cousin and almost made me die from the cute? Guh, he's so fucking pretty and adorable I might just pee my pants a little. (Yes, because THAT's attractive! *snorts*) I hadn't seen him in here forever and now I've had the pleasure two days in a row. He's only like 22 or something ("Isn't he a little old for you?" hubby asked and smirked and I had to hit him) so I do feel a little perverted ogling him but damn, if he didn't want pervy old women ogling him he shouldn't be so damn cute. *sighs happily*

Anyway, probably won't be much around until tonight. Going to try get as much done as I can until they close at 6 pm. Wish me luck and focus and pretty gay boys kissing.

Mood: busy Tags: # cafe, pretty boys, writing

How about being civil, people? Seriously. Show a little consideration for each other.

Christ, it's only been a day. How will it be after 6 weeks of hiatus?

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This is why it's never a good idea to go writing on Fridays. Distracting show thoughts, begone! I'm trying to focus on sparkly happy emo boys here, ok?

[ETA. Remember the post I made about my favourite barista? Well, she just gave me two HUGE slices of apple pie when I only paid for one. I'm talking gigantic. "But I only paid for one," I say, confused. "Oh, that's like one. It's just weirdly shaped," she says and grins. "You think I can eat it all??" "I have every faith in you," she says and I'm not taking it as, "because you obviously love food, I mean look at you," but more like "you look like you could use a little extra love pie in your life." I might be a little bit in love with her. In a very pie platonic way.]

Yum yum.

Mood: tired Tags: # awesome people, cafe, people: jensen ackles, spn episodes, writing

I was at the cafe, writing, and this guy who really bugs me was at the next table. He's just really weird and keeps trying to talk to people who have no interest in talking to him. Whatever. That's not the point. The point is that when I had to go I was disconnecting my laptop from the power outlet and he had the cable to his all wound up tight in a bun right in front of the claw which meant it was blocking mine. I tried to get it out without nudging his but didn't succeed (the power outlet is on the wall under the bench you sit on, you got to crawl on the floor and stretch as far as you can with your butt in the air and still I can hardly reach it) and accidentally unplugged his laptop as well. Which in most cases wouldn't be a problem, even if his battery had been empty when he plugged in he'd been sitting there for about two hours so there should have been plenty of juice to keep it going for the three seconds it took me to plug him back in. Except there wasn't. His screen went black and man, was he not happy since he'd been working on something. I apologised of course but I gotta admit, he really annoys me so I wasn't nearly as sorry as I would otherwise have been. Oops?

On the other hand he had been spending most his time chatting on MSN (the constant pinging was driving me insane) staring into space and drinking coffee and I don't remember seeing him actually WRITING anything so hopefully he didn't lose too much. Meh. Maybe he will avoid me from now on. That would be awesome.


Today is the first day of the rest of my life of my new dosage with the thyroid meds. I fell asleep last night feeling more hopeful than I have in a long time. Of course I have no idea if it will actually make me feel better but for now I'm going to hope it will. And after weeks and months of just getting worse and thinking there was nothing to be done about it, suddenly having hopes again feels wonderful. I don't think I'd realised how depressed this was making me until he told me I was right and I could up my meds and I started laughing with happiness. He probably thinks I'm crazy. lol

Then of course I woke up this morning, read the increasingly depressing news online (unemployment will be 10% before the end of 2009, IKEA upped its prices by 25%, the loan from the International Monetary Fund might not go through...) and am now wondering why I bothered getting out of bed. *sighs*

But hey, my writing is going ok. That's something.

Mood: blah Tags: # cafe, hashimoto, health, the great depression take two, writing

I've got Jónsi, the singer, sitting beside me, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

Damn, he is skinny.


*continues writing*


Ps. winchestergirl, 9 pages now and counting. *g*

Mood: creative Tags: # cafe, music: sigur rós, writing

I kinda love living in a place where Vikings randomly walk into your cafe to buy themselves some latte.

Mood: amused Tags: # cafe, vikings

Oh wow. Weird people.

There's a man sitting alone two tables away, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper and this older American woman, complete stranger, walks up to him and says, "You look so cute there with your beard," and reaches forward and PULLS on it. Like, tugs at the guy's beard. And he's all O.O and stutters "Erm... thank you?" and she laughs and says, "I'm just teasing you" and walks away.

There's weird and then there's I-forgot-to-take-my-meds weird. I think she just went there.

Mood: indescribable Tags: # cafe, weird people

Walks into work

Coworker: *shivering in her coat* I think I might be getting the flu
Me: *grimacing* I think I might be getting a stomach bug

But hey, at least it's Thursday!


Tell me if you've heard this one: A cat walks into a cafe...

No, really. I went to the cafe this morning, trying to get some writing done and suddenly there's something brown brushing against my leg. This really cute tabby kitteh walked between the tables, stealing petting and cooing from everyone until one of the baristas reluctantly picked it up and carried it out.

Life's little things. *happy sigh*


More tails/tales from the cafe:

There's this man who used to play a clown when I was a kid, still does actually, and he always kinda creeped me out, probably because of the whole clown thing. Which made it very weird being invited to sit down for a bit of a chat with him and this old artist who sometimes sits down at my table for a talk. We had a very strange conversation about erotic cooking books, stinky clothes and funny teenagers before I told them I really had to get back to work aka writing.

This is what I love about having a place that I can call 'mine'. You get to know people you'd never talk to otherwise, you share funny little experiences with virtual strangers and you get this feeling of belonging. Hubby, or mom, doesn't get why I always want to go to the same place. To me it feels kinda like Cheers, you know? The old guy even calls out my name when he sees me, in pretty much the same fashion as they greeted Norm. lol

Btw, writing is going well, if slowly. I even managed to avert the gigantic emo AGAIN and push it further back in the story. I'm at 35.000 words and I'm only just starting. This is gonna be a long one, folks.

Ps. Damn, I forgot my Gay Pride rubber band at home. I usually keep it on during the freshmen library intro classes. A clear but subtle way of saying if they need info of that nature they're welcome to ask. Have done so the last two years and, maybe it has nothing to do with that, but I've had a few gay students become regulars here, the kind who likes to stop by and chat about all kinds of stuff, even if they haven't brought up anything related to sexual orientation. So it bugs me not to have it on. *sighs*

Mood: amused Tags: # cafe, cats, work, writing

I've written over 3000 words today, bringing this particular fic to over 10K. And they just met.

This is going to be a long long ride.

It's great fun though and a very exciting journey because I have no idea where it's taking me. It's probably going to need a lot of editing and adding in stuff because I keep coming up with something that should have been addressed earlier or remembering something I've then neglected to tend to. I just hope I can keep the creative juices flowing til the end. I'd hate having another unfinished fic on my hard drive.



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Mood: creative Tags: # cafe, nice people, rl, writing

Oh wow. *blinks*

It's not every day you see giants. I swear, this woman is taller than hubby. And he's taller than Jared Treebeard Padalecki.

Holy Moses. That can't be easy, being that tall. She's with a group of Swedes and she stands like two heads above everyone else. Wow.


In other words, I'm writing. A completely new thing, Jsquared AU, and I haven't felt this inspired for a long time. It suddenly came to me the last night in the cabin and for once I didn't fall asleep, hoping it would still be there in the morning, but turned on the tiny light and scribbled the first lines down in my notebook. Of course now, typing it up, nothing but the first sentence actually survived, but the idea is alive and kicking, the characters are coming to live in my head, the style is different and exciting, and I actually think this could turn into something pretty damn good. *knocks on wood three times*

Mood: excited Tags: # cafe, rl, writing

God, it's fucking freezing. -7 Celsius and windy. I'm still shivering *shivers*

It's an incredibly odd and somewhat nice feeling to sit at a cafe and when your coffee's ready they call your name. And you realise you never gave it to them. Does that mean I'm a regular? Should I get discount? A X-mas card? A complimentary cookie? *ponders*

My sis is back in the old country which means she might walk in here anytime and ask what I'm doing. The time will come when I realise that just telling people I'm writing porn is easier than making up cryptic answers.

Just waiting for my hands to stop trembling and then... Writing ahoy!


[ETA. Does anyone know the year and licence plate number of Spike's DeSoto? (sp?)] Found it. 1959. Licence plate: HIA 873

[ETA2. And there she is. Thankfully she's got work to do herself so she's sitting at another table since the tables are too small for two laptops. And she asked what I was writing and I said 'non of your business, so now she's all curious. *sighs*]

[ETA3. Does anyone remember the names of the make-up/hair girls we saw in A Day In The Life of Jare and Jensen?]

Mood: cold Tags: # cafe, weather, writing