Intermezzo: mm101 turns up (nose) at McDonalds!
Rather than ever go back to the free cafe again, I am sitting here at McDonalds, at table 101. The local McDonalds which never serves salads, 24/7. I feel much better trying to get work done rather than at the claustrophobic and mentally disturbed, so called, "Free Cafe." There is no freedom there! I could have saved a lot of money. But money isn't my aim. Recovery from these muscle problems is. Getting away from the jackass upstairs is. Being amongst the Common People - writing like there's no tomorrow, Monday, is. Things are somehow better, here. Airy. Open. Tolerable noise. 1980's music. No indoors customers besides me. More flies... Why? Because it's, IRISH, that's why, lol. And damn proud of its potatoes.
I can afford to dole out .75 cents for a decaf, when the tip I paid whenever I visitted the anti-free, Narcissism Cafe was already .50 cents. And they actually fulfill their promise here - of free effing refills!
By the way... Guy upstairs was clearly racing against m, while simultaneously punishing, to get out of his apartment before I got outside of mine. Because, as they say in Sweden, "He's a fucking lunatic." And, when I hobbled towards the apartment building parking lot, I saw a non-thin female get in a dark coup, and drive away. Which was something to note. I couldn't make out the license plate number. I was carrying van-washing supplies, anyway.
But, having a little problem typing, due to muscle problem around wrist, yo. Not en wearing a WiFi antenna either. And still have a bit of a headache. No way to raise this laptop. Tastes like there's a little sugar in the decaf. Who ordered that? My Tourettes ego?
I was thinking of going to the place where they sell guns and various hardware, which just happens to be open on Sundays, so they aren't 100% Americans. But, I saw that the sale will be going way until the end of the month - and going on April 30 would work better with my finances and peace of mind. Trying my very best to budget - but these expensive supplements are killing me!
And, I have been considering washing the van, which could also happen tomorrow. Warm days stretch way into your skin, and you turn into a beach buoy. The library opens at 2:pm, and it is already 12:05pm, and I have cut-out dolls cut out for me. I think I should just get the Washing-ton tomorrow. Maybe I'll have wrists by then.
Hey! The first countre customer who actual speak English! And not that weird kinf of English, either. You know, the one with the spin on the ball...
It's hard to pace out coffee, one per hour...
Hey... I made my own effing breakfast this morning, did I mention that? Two eggs, on buttered gf toast, with leftover mashed potatoes fried up with 6 little Vienna sausages, which are actually prepubescent hot dogs. It was Goodenoff!
Oh - and before entering McDonalds, I walked over to the planned local Historical Museum, which was once a bank. It is closed, but it looks like all the bank stuff is still there and the bank people must have been zapped by aliens.
I can afford to dole out .75 cents for a decaf, when the tip I paid whenever I visitted the anti-free, Narcissism Cafe was already .50 cents. And they actually fulfill their promise here - of free effing refills!
By the way... Guy upstairs was clearly racing against m, while simultaneously punishing, to get out of his apartment before I got outside of mine. Because, as they say in Sweden, "He's a fucking lunatic." And, when I hobbled towards the apartment building parking lot, I saw a non-thin female get in a dark coup, and drive away. Which was something to note. I couldn't make out the license plate number. I was carrying van-washing supplies, anyway.
But, having a little problem typing, due to muscle problem around wrist, yo. Not en wearing a WiFi antenna either. And still have a bit of a headache. No way to raise this laptop. Tastes like there's a little sugar in the decaf. Who ordered that? My Tourettes ego?
I was thinking of going to the place where they sell guns and various hardware, which just happens to be open on Sundays, so they aren't 100% Americans. But, I saw that the sale will be going way until the end of the month - and going on April 30 would work better with my finances and peace of mind. Trying my very best to budget - but these expensive supplements are killing me!
And, I have been considering washing the van, which could also happen tomorrow. Warm days stretch way into your skin, and you turn into a beach buoy. The library opens at 2:pm, and it is already 12:05pm, and I have cut-out dolls cut out for me. I think I should just get the Washing-ton tomorrow. Maybe I'll have wrists by then.
Hey! The first countre customer who actual speak English! And not that weird kinf of English, either. You know, the one with the spin on the ball...
It's hard to pace out coffee, one per hour...
Hey... I made my own effing breakfast this morning, did I mention that? Two eggs, on buttered gf toast, with leftover mashed potatoes fried up with 6 little Vienna sausages, which are actually prepubescent hot dogs. It was Goodenoff!
Oh - and before entering McDonalds, I walked over to the planned local Historical Museum, which was once a bank. It is closed, but it looks like all the bank stuff is still there and the bank people must have been zapped by aliens.