Yes, I think I’m settled on that date format.

Local cafe, 7am. The new girl holds out my prepared coffee, I take it in my right hand. So far, so normal. Then, all of a sudden, my right hand and the coffee cup it’s holding are ensconced in her two hands. Seriously.

My first thought was, oh shit, she reads my blog.

Turns out, the lid wasn’t on straight and she was just sorting that out. But, really? Two hands. I looked at her like, really? Two hands?

I had a piano repairman come to my house today. I was concerned it was going to turn into a 30’s porno. That’s how I imagine a lot of pornos in the 30’s started. Piano repairman.

Anyhoo, the piano wasn’t really broken, I just wanted some company.

I only exist while you're reading my posts.

I only exist while you're reading my posts.