Sometimes, you just need to bury yourself in a corner at a Panera if you want to get anything done. At least in that context (or at least this one) the company is better.
I'm sitting here eating a turkey sandwich, and writing. I'm the only one in this corner of the cafe, and I'm staring at black and white pictures of...I'm guessing donuts. They look like donuts. Could be Stone Age cock rings.
There's some indie song I've heard before about someone telling someone not to drive.
I'm going over the day in my head. Today was a day in which no deed went unpunished. No sentence uttered was left to finish by itself. Not a sound recorded, and none of my plans for this day came to fruition. As a result, I'm left to seek some kind of refuge--and dinner--at this cafe.
That's OK. It's OK, because I know this cafe exists, and I can sit here and listen to some music, and eat a sandwich, and jot down some words every now and again at a pace that I'm satisfied with. I'd be happier with a beer, but I'm not really interested in heading that far down the road. I'm about three blocks from the Hacienda, and I'm fine with that.
Nine bucks was the price of peace and quiet today. Nine dollars was the thing that managed to get my blog posts over the goalpost of February 29th. We're into March now, so I'm still ahead of the game.
I'll take it, I guess. I just wish there was a bit more turkey in this sandwich, and a little less whine in the indie music. But other than that, an hour at Panera to get work done for nine dollars may have been money well spent.