Starting

Amazingly, when stepping foot on the scale at the gym, I was the exact same weight as the person before me.

I am currently at a Starbucks. One of those coffee joints that people come and hang out by themselves. They, and by proximity, I have am excuse of being here to try and do 'work'.  Why? Why not. Starbucks is the hub of creativity. This store alone has launched a thousand ships into the waters of the real world.

I realize that I have to order something. Being a nice, clear, summer day inside a dark Starbucks, I thought it would be appropriate to order a decaf double espresso over ice. (And when I ordered it the barrister didn't correct my use of 'double', into the Starbucks' realm 'doppio'). Today it tastes like a black coffee.

I'm just trying to copying the people before me.  I have my official looking leather messenger bag, that I wear, higher than the strap allows. My leg opening of my jeans are smaller than the circumference of my calves, (The leg kind, the calf I raise at home is severely emaciated).

And this was the post. Let's get out of the Precambrian.