A Bookstore Cafe Refugee

Hello. I'm sitting here in Borders cafe which is not where I usually choose to spend my time. I am a refugee from my bathroom. Well, it's more accurate to say that I'm a refugee from the guys in my bathroom. Ever since my super arranged for the leak in my bathroom ceiling to be repaired, I have made every effort to give them free range to do the repairs without me hanging around. It's also a sound tactical move as toilet access is severly compromised.

So far, I've managed to be busy for the past 4 days with appointments, etc. And then, the universe, to be helpful I'm sure, put my "check engine" light on in my car. So I spent much of yesterday chillin' in my friendly car service waiting room. But hey. It's Friday already! I'm tired of running away from home. I wanted to sleep in this morning. I'm tired of trying to find my toothpaste and toothbrush. They, along with my hairbrush, have been migrating all over my apartment, wherever my impulsive reasoning has left them. My towel has been staying in the bedroom, but I keep forgetting to take it whenever I wash my hands. O.K., I admit it.... Whine, whine,whine. It's unsettling not to have stuff where you're used to having it. There's also the small problem of not getting any of my work done!

This simple repair was supposed to take 2 days. It's amazing how dispossessed I feel. Part of the problem is that the "compound" has needed to dry each day. So it's not just the lack of toilet access. I cannot shower, and steam up the room. Yes. It's true. I have not showered for 4 days. I know. So. In an act of desperation, I called some good friends who live a mere 9 miles away, and I will shower at their place this afternoon. Yes, the universe willing, I will be clean and happy tonight.

In the meantime, I am deeply grateful for bookstore cafes. Not only do they offer an addict a convenient shot of caffiene surrounded by my favorite entertainment, they're nice. (Mind you, an unexpected shot of steam can be startling while you're working.) Bookstore cafes are a wonderful alternative to escape to when you need to "leave home" for whatever reason. I've never been able to enjoy working in a library. It always feels so constrained. There's no coffeecake either! I also frequently mutter to myself when I'm thinking, and that's frowned upon in a library. In a bookstore cafe or a coffee shop, I'm just regarded as strange. :) So, on behalf of myself and all other refugees from their homes (or lives) - please keep supporting your bookstores so that we have a place to go!