Musings and a short story

Ok, so I can't connect to the internet. That's a problem... There's been something wrong with the internet connection here at Bartlett Square Café, but I don't know what it is. It's annoying. So while I am writing this at half past nine at the cafe, I won't be able to publish it until I get back home a little after eleven. Sorry 'bout that.

By the way, I have become a regular! The barista with the awesome beard remembers my name and order! It's so awesome! I've always wanted to visit some place often enough that someone remembers me. So I guess about half a year of visiting the same cafe once a week at the same time and ordering the same sandwich does the trick.

Anyway. I'm home alone for the weekend. The others are going up to Canada, but I didn't really feel like it. I need a little time to recharge, it's been an eventful few weeks. Probably gonna screw up my sleep pattern, but whatever. I had this idea that I could go by the Finnish time for the weekend, as in go to sleep at six tonight and then wake up at three or four tomorrow morning. After getting barely six hours of sleep per night for the whole week it might actually work. Then I'd go to bed again around eight and wake up by six and then on Sunday I'd maybe manage to fall asleep by eleven and get a full nine hours before next Monday morning. Totally works.

I've been watching Doctor Who again. You probably don't care, but whatever. Just finished season five and I just asdfgsdfg. Yeah. I still prefer Ten, but oh god Matt Smith is adorkable. Also I do prefer RTD's writing. Moffat is pretty good at keeping you on the edge of your seat during the ep, in my opinion anyway, but after you've finished you just kinda sit there like “what even happened?? how?? what????” It just feels kinda impossible, even by Doctor Who's standards. And that's a lot said. Also he has a problem with sexism, and it's bad. Granted, he has some good female characters, but most are just caricatures, they're 2d people to fill the space and to have their lives revolve around the men's. And it's stupid and horrible and so, so sad. But you probably don't still care.

I should probably have something more to say, but I don't know what. Uhhhhh.... I haven't really done anything for a really long time, sorry.

I was thinking about ordering pizza some day during the weekend. Over the internet, because phonecalls *shudders* There's often this field where you can add special requests to the order, so that you can have it sliced in a specific way or at a specific time I guess or something I don't know, and I've seen people write in stuff like “draw your favorite pokémon” and “write a poem” (on the box, obviously, not the pizza) and even “send your cutest delivery guy” and I kinda wanna try that. So if you have ideas what I could ask them to do, please tell me.

That's all I guess, ta ta!

Pie out.

~x~

Have some dialogue 'cause I need to get these people out of my head.

*cafe door opens, bell dings*

“Oh, hello.”

“Hi, I'll have a large coffee, black, with a shot of espresso, please. Oh, and a piece of pie.”

“Apple, cherry or pecan?”

“Surprise me.”

“5.75, thanks. … You missed last week.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Last week. You come here every Monday, at the same time and order coffee and pie and then sit at that table for an hour and a half before leaving. But you missed last week.”

“Haha, you've noticed then?”

“Of course. I have a very good facial memory, and yours isn't one to forget easily.”

“Oh stop it, you're making me blush. Yeah, my brother was in town last week so I showed him around a bit. Didn't have time to stop by. ... So did you miss me?”

“Perhaps. … I was kind of worried to be honest. I guess it was stupid.”

“Eh, I think it was sweet of you. … Well, I should probably move. I've been hogging you enough, there's other customers as well.”

“Right. Here's your coffee and pie.”

“Thanks. Hey, why did you put it in a to-go cup- oh. Oh. Is that your-”

“Yes. In case you wanna show someone else around town as well.”

“I think I'd like that. … Anyway. I'll call you, I guess.”

“Please do. Enjoy your pie.”

“I will.”

Whaaaaaaat is even going ooooooooooon I doooooon't knoooooooooooooow.