meshuggah

a Yiddish word for crazy or foolish, and the first place I have visited solo in St. Louis

After dropping Joe at the university to teach the lesser, lowly undergraduate-types how to put Prose before Hos--as seen on a t-shirt-- I drove down the Loop. On the way, I passed three cop cars and got brake-checked twice. I can imagine what Joe would say if he had been in the car.

Goal for today: complete law handout and French 335 reading. Now that I have typed it, read it and made it known to others, I must accomplish it. I must also find ways to distract myself and make them take as long as possible so that I am not forced to move on to my thesis.

The hum of steaming milk is comforting. I have my earbuds in and am actually embarrassed by them, by my seeming need to remove myself from the intoxicating environment of an eclectic coffee shop. The baristo handed me my chicory roast and apologized for the extra strength he feared it would have. I thanked him, then watched a man order an espresso, then a slice of banana nut bread, then milk for the espresso, then a to-go cup so that he could get the proper amount of milk into the espresso. I could feel the baristo's disappointment as the crema was destroyed, dripping down the side of a paper cup. A dog barks outside and we both turn to look. A couple that hasn't washed their hair in four days steps to the counter, and I am no longer a part of the moment.