Between a MacBook and a hard place.
The problem with leaving the comfort of your home in favor of the independently owned coffee shop across from the local college campus is that, instead of being lured into the hands of unproductivity by domestic creature comforts (television, fridge-cold leftovers, masturbation), you’re seduced into eavesdropping on the conversation of the Belgian girl baby-talking her boyfriend over the phone, while silently WTF-ing over the fact that she’s eating a baked potato topped with an enormous mound of chicken salad.
Or perhaps analyzing the sad-looking bejewfro’d guy sitting in front of you, clad in a Notre Dame football t-shirt, a pair of acid wash easyfits and Chuck Taylors with skulls on them (to let you know how alternative he is), who’s somehow managed to make his way through four Bud Lights before 1:30.
…huh? What deadline?
