Se movimus
EXT. STARBUCKS — EVENING
A young woman, casually-but-not-sloppily dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, sits alone. Her laptop is open on the table, accompanied by a caramel macchiato, a book on digital security, and an only-slightly-pretentious NPR laptop bag. A small, friendly, freshly-groomed puppy of indeterminate parentage sits in the chair beside hers, snuggled into a navy blue knit cardigan. A generically hip blend of poppy-jazzy music bops softly from the ceiling.
With her new contact lenses she can see clearly enough, even at night, to read the brand names on the coke machines inside the Wal-Mart across the street. Fucking amazing, she thinks, as she marvels at the beauty of even the smallest details and finds it hard to believe that she’s going to die.
She REALLY wishes she would stop thinking about death all the damn time. She’s getting better at blocking it out, but omg sometimes it just blows her goddamn mind.
Anyway, Starbucks. She’s here because she (with the help of her parents and cousin) just moved most of her things to her new apartment, which won’t have internet access until next Wednesday. On the one hand, she wishes she’d thought about calling the cable company before yesterday so that she could blog from the warmth and comfort of her own home, but then she looks around and realizes that this? This is the life.
Tags: miscellany