Tuesday, January 19, 2010


i don't do well having nothing to do. 
hours of free time makes me freak out and question my life.
i don't know why.
it's always been like this. 
i wish i could smile and read a book and bask in the jazz that is playing right now in this coffee shop but instead i feel restless and anxious.
it's probably because i have to go work tonight and all i have to do is sit around and wait in silence. 
working at a hotel is anxiety central. 

ok. i will try to focus on something positive. 

the man behind the register looks like my friend Jeffrey. 
He has a tattoo of some sort on his right forearm. 
I can't tell what it is. 
But he has a gentle face. 

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