(136: no matter which way you go, no matter which way you stay)
Well I'm back again, and I keep coming back. Every time I come back I am reminded of the same thing -- the perpetual hours of solitary toiling, watching the food gradually diminish, asking acquaintances for help with difficult questions, freezing under my hoody from the a/c on full blast for the sweltering afternoon heat, listening to people talk, listening to the same playlist on the stereo every day you can get it if you really want you can get it if you really want, wondering how long I'll take to finish that essay or how long more until dinner or how long more it is until the end of A's. The music's different now, as one might expect, but the place is the same. The same homely feeling, the same cold and the same food and the same baristas hey aunty nancy how are you today. The same cinnamon and raisin bagel and the same iced tall irish cream latté.