Smoking Latte

Montaigne (Quoted in "The Scientific Revolution by James Jacob, pg. 37):

"I... remain where God put me. Otherwise I would not know how to save myself from endlessly rolling."

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I don't know why I'm so fucking tired today. It's so frustrating because I can't get my work done like this. I already did nowhere near what I should have done this morning. I'm sitting in Starbucks on Broadway and 102nd street. The faded plum velor on these chairs is exactly the color I want for my couch. I have to find out where to buy a large unfinished wood coffee table sized trunk that I can paint. I can see the whole thing in my head, so I hope it works out.

I never knew it was going to be so much hard work to move!

There is a cute guy sitting a few tables diagonally behind me. He keeps looking at me, but I can't turn to look at him because it would be horribly obvious due to the angle.

This vanilla latte is so delicious! It really tastes like toasted marshmallows.

I had a weird voice lesson today. I mean, it was a really good lesson, but it was weird because an accompanist was there. I wonder if he thinks I'm just a baby beginner or if my voice sounds decent. It's funny... just last night at choir rehearsal I felt so confident-- like I am the best singer in the world. How much would I love it if I could make a career of singing!

There is a large billboard outside the window here with a picture of a coffin and the caption: "Cigarettes are killing you." I'm so pissed off about Bloomberg's anti-smoking crusade. How can you outlaw smoking in bars? I just don't want the government regulating my health. It feels totalitarian.

Anyway, I should stop procrastinating and try to do a little more reading...