I'm in the Laundromat/Coffee Shop again pretending I'm a committed writer (someday I might convince myself). However, it's just too distracting. I spent half an hour deciding if I should spend $5 on an egg nog latte (I can only drink one a year, not just because of the calories, but because once a holiday season is enough), while simultaneously trying to figure out what the guy behind the counter does in his non-latte-making time (he's kind of cute in a Never Had A Real Job kind of way)...real productivity going on here.

I ordered straight coffee. I decided that he's a bassist in a blues indie group he formed in his hometown of Minnesota in 2004...too lazy to find out the truth.

Just for today, I can try to work on a Saturday.