about the MPA business – I guess I’m just ticked because I use lyrics as a way of expressing myself….kinda like singing to myself on the internet…karoke style…thankfully, you can’t hear my off-tune voice.
be grateful.
i feel so drained….it’s been a frickin’ struggle to make it through working, the last two weeks….
i don’t know what’s a safe place for me anymore. i hoped i could lose myself in my work – plenty of things to keep my mind occupied….instead, i feel even more vulnerable – like when i’m buried with paperwork, interviews, troubleshooting, and crappy customers – i lose that professional detachment….i don’t know where it is, anymore – that shield that protected me from the thoughtless comments, you know, the ones that imbeciles make when they’re not trying hard enough.
yesterday, though – i found a haven at cafe muse. i had to wait for mark to finish working out….at the gym where this nightmare started. i left working, heading for strada…but i wasn’t in the mood to be rubbing shoulders with other students. so i turned left on bancroft and checked out cafe muse, at the berkeley art museum. Happy Hour – at a classy, empty cafe. I loved it. Beer = $2.00 and Wine = $1.50. How great is that? The lady at the counter was sweet, friendly, and she knew when to leave me alone. I sat down at a window table. I relaxed with a newspaper and sipped red wine. Plus they had free appetizers: salsa, chips, carrots, celery sticks, and cheese dip. The Thai Lentil soup was a yummy curry concotion, that helped belly the alcohol. A few weeks ago, I also had a tasty portobello sandwich with melted brie cheese. True, you really can’t screw up a sandwich with brie, but Cafe Muse went beyond my expectations on that.
Happy Hour was perfect for me. Other folks intellectualized outside. Two undergrads came in for some coffee and a heart to heart. I had my solitude. When I thought back to it, Strada coffee wouldn’t be such a hot idea for un-winding after a grueling day at work….the caffeine would have wired me for no good reason.