kaffeine

Missy Bar was a nice find. I'd heard of it, apparently walked past it about a million times without ever noticing it before, and had a good time drinking and chatting there last night. Good company, decent beer prices, decent DJ (his visual bit was pretty bad, though).

So I'm finally having that urge to go out into the world and Find Myself. I'm twenty-six, ferpete'ssake! Shouldn't I have already gone through my "live out of a backpack and write bad poetry in Prauge" phase by now? Never mind. The feeling is here now, and I am fleshing the idea out in my mind. Unlike many of the other epiphanies/ideas/inspirations I've ignored due to fear, I think I may just go out and do it this time. I need to start living for the day...

But in the meantime, there is laundry to wash.