aficionado

What kind of a fucking coffee shop closes at 2:00 PM on a Friday?! I've never really been a huge fan of coffee shops. The people who go there are sooooooooooooooooooooo artistic and alternative, dontchya know (as a Minnesotan I must defend myself in saying that I NEVER say "dontchya know" unless I'm sarcastic). The only other places around here are friggin Starbucks or Caribou Coffee. I just need a place to READ because I'm getting SICK of being in the rooms of my damn house. Yes, libraries are nice, but I bet they're closing soon, too, and as much as I like my peace when I'm reading, libraries aren't as lively.

I just want to read at a coffee shop or go hang out with someone. Neither seems to be a viable option.

Swappage was done today. It was quick and relatively painless. A little too quick, to be honest. I had stuff to talk about. Inconsequential stuff. dumb stuff. situational stuff. but stuff nonetheless. Is this the end?? I hope not. I fucking hate indifference. and apathy.

My reading habits are like those of a binge drinker. I can go for awhile without wanting to read. I can barely look at a book or anything. Then for a few days I just dive into everything and anything I can find and I don't emerge for a long time. I think I may be reaching the end of my binge. soon I won't be able to look at anything with printed words for awhile. BUT THERE IS SO MUCH TO READ!! I can't stop! I shouldn't stop! How can I read something twice or thrice or more when there is so much I haven't even read ONCE?!

I have two books to consider picking up: Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry and The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. I have both; I just have to choose one. Any suggestions anyone?

I know who I am. I've spent enough time alone. It'd just really be nice to have a partner in crime.