i find myself again in a miserable cafe of my hometown, attempting to slay the day but not really having a good motive. the coffee here is so bitter, i have to intermittently nurse a glass of ice water between sips. needless to say, i don't come here for the fine cuisine. if nothing else, it's just to escape the house and get a breath of fresh air. this vacation has made me feel sluggish and lazy.
honestly, i don't know what to do with these days. it's a tricky situation, where i am anxiously awaiting my birthday this coming weekend and the adventures that are sure to accompany it, but then at the end of the month i step on an airplane and leave this country for a good six months. while i'm sure brno will be exciting and a wonderful experience, the idea of it is turning me into an anxiety-riddled mess of skin and bones. i'm going to miss american friends and american experiences. doubt is a terrible demon.
well, back to this terrible cup of coffee.
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