cafe, s'il vous plait

I'm about to go out, for the first time since being in Tennessee, and get a cup of steaming coffee with a friend of mine, tonight. ah, the art scene beckons me. the delightful taste of rich, bittersweet south american coffee is wafting from my imagination into my sensory receptors. mmm, smells good.

It's been a long day, no joke. And one of those dumb long days, when there's just nothing to capture your attention, though there's a million things in your face. I've wasted daylight, lazying about my room, the caf, doing nothing here, nothing there.

I had a dance party earlier, which cheered me up some. works every time. And I finally figured out what an "oligarchy" is. that's about the extent of my research.

Ok, well, I guess thats all I got. Someday, I'll come back and do us all a favor by deleting this more-than-pointless blog.