HyVee

Sometimes Zephan has to work at 6 in the morning, and I have to come with him.  Like this morning.  I'm planning on spending the day at the library, but the library doesn't open for another hour.  So I'm sitting here, sipping on a pumpkin spice latte and reading.  There's an old man here who I've seen a lot.  I think that the HyVee cafeteria is a strange place to hang out and read the morning paper (shouldn't there be dim lights and cigarette smoke?), but he must be a regular because he knows all the employees.  This morning he brought his own syrup.

Procrastination

I just created this blog. Instead of writing a critical response to Passage to India. Instead of emailing my adviser. Instead of reading about literary theory. What do you think of that?