My instincts were right . He started talking to himself and then took too quick a hot sip of his coffee he had to spit back into his cup, the table, my paper and his shirt. Disgusting. To make a long story short he kept changing tables talking to strangers an himself, and when he was well marinated in Madagascar dark roast he took off and was nearly nicked by a passing SUV. So that was my exciting morning.
Coffee bean was beginning to get crowded so I headed to the library down the block which was quiet as well and sent out a bunch of e-mails. I was distracted by surfing the web instead of accomplishing a few tasks I needed to complete Picked up some hummus and cheese across the street at Whole Foods and bundled up on my way back as the cool wind stirred up a bit.
Got on the net and brushed up on some grammar lessons and read a few blog entries. Nothing of any substance. Maybe I was little blue because another day passed without a call. Am reaching the bottom but have an idea up my sleeve I didn't think of until last week, Its a surprise so I won't reveal it until I have all my ducks in a row.
Right now its the dreaded boob tube that's keeping me company. Jeez.
Better say ciao for now. Tomorrow should be an interesting day