I had to leave Coffee Shop Land. It was getting to the point where I was afraid to look up from my computer for fear that some Coffee Shop Weirdo would blaze his eyes into my face and say, "Whatcha writing?!"

"Because they see me all the time, they think I'm one of them," I told my friend.

I'm not saying that I'm not a social misfit, but I'm one with goals. If I'm going to be in the company of lost souls, I may as well go somewhere that doesn't leave me smelling like a grilled cheese sandwich. So I went to the public library, as I would prefer to be asked for money by a homeless woman wearing a blanket than conversation from Latte Heads.

Just for today, I'm a bitter ex-coffee shop dweller.