liveblogging from the bux

it is hot in here and they are out of those egg+bacon sandwiches. all they have is sweets and i don't want sweets. i want food. it's very hot. sweaty hot. 101º outside, probably 85º in here. pluswise, i am hungry but there are no sandwiches.

the guy at the next table appears to be conducting a drug deal. he sits all up on top of his computer, muttering into his phone. could be he just keeps his voice politely low and has a crick in his back. most likely it's hunchback phone porn.

the guy at the other next table keeps looking at me like he wants to start up a convo. hello? no. i don't talk to strangers. the girl sitting down by the door is eating chips with her mouth open. her mouth is already open, mr stranger danger, maybe she will talk to you.

someone must be streaming a movie because the bandwidth is sluggish, like molasses in january. well. january in say, vermont. january in sydney, not so cold.

there's a girl sitting alone at the big handicap access table, and she doesn't appear to be handicapped. disabled. lame. crippled. she appears to be none of those things, but she does appear to be underlining sections in a book she's reading. she also appears to be wearing her purse while seated. i guess when this place spontaneously combusts, she wants to be ready to bust a run.

i am actively sweating now. could the fact that i am drinking coffee have anything to do with that?

a young lady has arrived with a small boy. probably her son. could be her brother. she purchased for him a slice of marbled pound cake and a strawberry smoothie. seems like a big sister purchase, doesn't it. they are looking together at stuff on her iphone and laughing. he is laughing with his mouth full, and she is laughing with him, so i am thinking that's not how a mom would act. a mom would be all, no laughing with your mouth full. his shirt reads "ambercrombie". he is missing one of his top front teeth. they are speaking japanese to each other.

i am going to go play words with friends and then read my book.

it's been real, yo.