Watching someone do the thing they're meant to do is so, SO cool.

I can't tell if I'm just a total curmudgeon or if social etiquette really has declined this much.

I want to show you something.

My doorbell doesn't ring that often.

I'm not even a little bit surprised by how fast things flipped.

I did a whoopsie and now I feel bad about it.

I shouldn't have been there.

In a weird way, I feel like I'm losing a friend.

I catch sight of one of the art pieces hanging on the wall across from me and freeze.

I told myself I was just going for a walk.

I'm still blown away by Steinbeck's East Of Eden and I'm not done with it yet, either.

At least it's a different coffee shop, right?