i spend a lot of time at a coffeeshop near my house lately, for free internet, electricity, and air conditioning, all of which are pretty scarce in my life.  also i have had a lot of computer work to do lately.

something in the way i sit here, i suppose, broadcasts on some deeply-buried bandwidth in the human psyche a compulsion for disgustingly happy couples to sit across from me and collaborate on some project they feel is kind of important, frequently leaning over to affirm their love for each other or fucking slobber all over each other’s fucking slobbery lips, all during a squeezing of shoulders and back-rubbings, all while being endlessly fucking amused by little  private jokes and sometimes looking over me in silent judgement, my eyes bleary, my posture strange, my hair uncombed, my fingernails dirty, my mouth muttering sub-audible curses because i am on deadline or trying to get dreamweaver to jump through strange hoops or wrestling my way through incomprehensible class registration form confirmations or or. ugh.

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