020808

I've been sober and drug-free for eleven days now. That excludes
caffeine, which I've only kind of moderated. Today, I went to a
coffeehouse to have lunch, thinking I'd read some homework there. But
they had on this terrible corporate radio station on so I didn't hang
around for coffee.
It was cold outside and for some reason, I felt out of spirits. I went
and got a mocha before class. I walked into the study room to get a
little quiet. Even there, I could hear the obnoxious noises outside. I
saw a couple guys greet each other, in a most dog-like manner, and
flirt with a girl who was trying to skate-board in impractically tight
pants. But I had my quiet minutes and felt better.
I went to class only to realize that it was the wrong day. So I came
home and I've been reading my homework: the first half of Kate Chopn's
"The Awakening," which honestly I find rather trite. I had a cup of
green tea, which tasted pretty good, but now I feel unpleasantly
wired.