I'm back in Coffee Shop Land, listening to Journey and Kool and the Gang, as well as to Loud Screenwriter discussing his character's arc in the third act, and his recovery from a gambling addiction (not the characters', but his own personal addiction). The guy is sitting right behind me, but I'm sure if I were on the other side of the room, I'd still know all of this.

I had taken some space from this place because I was tired of coming home smelling like a grilled cheese sandwich, not to mention the assault of personal information volunteered in high volume by Loud Screenwriter People. [While I know I have no right to criticize the quirks of writers as they are my peeps, and I'm surely as weird as the most disheveled of them (though, I hide it much better), there's only so much I can tolerate before I get jugemental.] However, having sampled coffee shops throughout West Los Angeles I have found Coffee Shop Land home to the hardest working people and coffee drinkers in Los Angeles. In the end, it was the strong, if not loud, work ethic, that brought me back for inspiration as I trudge along this godforsaken lonely path (at least project managers get to talk to programmers).

Just for today, I can work around loud people.