o mood of moods.
the miracle of the natural high. or it could be the strong tea i've been drinking all day. or it could be the nine hours of work i put in at my volunteer job. all worthwhile, all relevant, all well-spent. we finally mailed away our second grant application -- that makes two in two days! the deadline day for a grant is ironically, or actually quite unsurprisingly, the busiest. or it could be the mug of coffee and chocolate chip cookie i just bought at think coffee. possibly the best drip coffee i've had in the city.
the atmosphere heavy with academic weight, the lights dim, the air nearly palpable, the collective self-consciousness almost pungent.
the faces lit eerily with monitor glow gazing up longingly, hoping to catch each other's gazes, the quiet desperation, the nervous attention to everything but the screen.
the wine bottles stacked on wood behind the bar, the barista in tee-shirt, baseball cap, and thick-framed glasses slamming the portafilter into place, hitting the "single cup" button with his thumb, the swish of steam and burning black beans, the harmonica-driven americana blasting from the wall speakers saturating everything with warmth.
how can anyone ever be bored for any extended length of time?
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