Every photo I take right now is just about the equivalent of garbage. Maybe it’s that I have three days of work left. Maybe it’s that I just about melt when I walk outside. Maybe it’s that it’s just part of life, sometimes you do what you love to do, and it comes out awfully….awful.

It rained yesterday and brought a much needed cleansing to the air in my head. Didn’t last long enough though.

An observatory anecdote I jotted down the other day for lack of content otherwise:

Can you ever not focus at all on the project at hand? These unexpected, ridiculous distractions permeate your brain at the worst possible times.
Is that girl behind the counter pissed off? Is she pissed off at me? Why did I just order a small iced green tea for one dollar and thirty something cents, yet received a medium red iced tea for one dollar and sixty something cents. And why did I give her a five dollar bill and received the price of my drink (one dollar and sixty something cents) in change, instead of the three dollars and thirty something cents I was owed. I can deal with the wrong size and wrong color tea. I don’t really care. But I’m poor, I need the correct change. So I said something.
“Sorry, I guess I do that sometimes” she told me with a smile or a smirk or a completely blank face. I couldn’t differentiate. There was no one behind me waiting. As far as the stress a barista can incur (which can be ridiculous), I would say this moment was probably low stress…but I don’t know about what kind of day that person was having.
And why I am I thinking about this some fifteen minutes after the fact instead of writing the story I need to finish.
Perhaps it’s because I know that she might be mad at me and I just might know the reason why. On the other hand, this girl I’ve never had a conversation with might just be impressively absent minded this morning. It’s almost noon…the sleep cobwebs in the brain should be gone.
This is one of those things I’ll never find out because I sure as hell don’t feel like leaving my seat again.