I go to the coffee store to grade papers. Because I can’t do anything productive at home. Unless you call just sitting and listening to music productive. On a Sunday afternoon I can’t even leave the house unless I force myself to turn the stereo off first. Otherwise I’ll just sit there and keep listening. Same with the computer. I’ll just sit and stare at my empty email box endlessly if there’s music on.
So I don’t bring any music or anything with me to the coffee store. Only thing I bring is 100s of essays and a few red pens.
But the limiting factor for the amount of time I spend at the coffee store is not the amount of coffee there is, and it’s not the amount of work I get done. It’s the amount of pretty girls in the coffee store.
Hey, I finished grading all my papers. Coffee’s gone. Time to go. Oh hold on, there’s a pretty girl over there. Better wait this one out.
Same goes with tumblr I guess. Pretty girls were keeping me here past my due. I was going to try and wrap this thing up a little neater. I was going to order my queue up a little more artfully. I was going to say something. But it ended up being not as important to me as I thought.
I guess it was just always about the girls.
