a sign from God

i'm pretty sure i'm not meant to write my paper. like, i seriously tried yesterday.

location #1: too cold.

location #2: closed.

location #3: "oh, you don't want to order right away? well i might have to kick you out. and don't use wi-fi here."

location #4: "we close in 20 minutes, 15 of which you will spend dodging and ducking due to a crazed pigeon."

location #5: nice for a while... until either a decaying whale beached nearby or a trainful of porta-potties derailed. never did figure out what it was, but damn! it was the definition of oh-so-wrong.

location #6: successful, between phone calls and the discovery of The Lost Sex Scenes of Jane Austen. wow. we were thoroughly "scandalized" after the first sentence.