Is it depressing that the most activity I’ve had this week is to go to the coffee shop and sit there for hours?  I do work (and procrastinate heavily, naturally), but really, I go there just to be immersed in people a little bit.  My apartment can just get so unnaturally quiet that I find the sound of people walking past grating, disturbing and jarring, and I don’t like that.  I’m a people person. 

I like to see the older guy reading his paper, the barista making a sandwich order on the island grill, and the girl sneaking out to the outdoorkitchens to sneak a smoke while her boyfriend’s on the phone.  It’s vibrant, and life filled, and I breathe a little bit easier slipping into the background.  Even counting my procrastination, I still get a shocking amount of work done while I’m here.  So much going on around me actually makes it easier to ignore, for some reason.  I have one of those outdoor fireplaces on my balcony at the apartment (I like to sit outside and its cold here) and I’m never quite as relaxed there as I am here.  What does that say about me?  It’s probably nothing good.

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