Er... oops?
I'm out at my writing cafe (I feel like I should nickname it the Lima Bean, given how much time I spend here with Kurt and Blaine) today, and as I was reading through my current fic I became aware that I was getting weird looks from the people who were walking past. I did a quick mental inventory, and I look fine, I wasn't bouncing to the music from my iPod (this does happen more than I will admit), and there were a handful of other tables clear for them to use.
And then I realized that I was sitting with my elbows on the table and my hands clasped together in front of my chin while I read and occasionally shut my eyes to think, and I looked like I was praying.
Yikes. I would have stared at me, too.
And then I realized that I was sitting with my elbows on the table and my hands clasped together in front of my chin while I read and occasionally shut my eyes to think, and I looked like I was praying.
Yikes. I would have stared at me, too.