Entered the tomorrow heavily caffeinated, dash of sugar, splash of cream, a 3 refills routine. The choice of a dirty butter-knife or fork to stir with, the fork looked cooler sticking out of the drink. The table got wet with the dark tan coffee. The waitress in training wiped it up, only to leave the dark streaks of wet spread out on more of the table. She later had to go back for the syrup. Pancakes after thai, coffee after brews, we exchanged only minutes of stories that the miles have accumulated. Sunday, 2:08 p.m., I should probably get out of bed and have breakfast, or lunch.
Shlohmo - Places - Forgot I Was Here