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.