A Soma Entry

He walked through the doorway, coffee cup in one hand, this weeks collection of CDs from the public library in the other, and looked around the almost empty room scrupulously.
His eyes settled on the corner table, the least cozy of them all where there is no light and no privacy.
After quiet contemplation, he shrugged and decided it would have to do.


I'm writing again.
I've been saying all summer I was going to, and more often strings of words run through my head and I wish I had a pencil to jot them down.

I'm also writing for the IDS again and I feel great about it. I feel productive and efficient. I feel like I'm good at what I want to do. I'm making contacts, I have a responsibility to stay on top of events and activities on campus. Once you dive in, the water isn't nearly as scary as it seemed from the edge.

Hello students, welcome back. School starts in a week. I need to buy my books but I think I'm subconsciously avoiding the insides of campus. It's move in week for freshman and not only are they clogging up the streets, they and their parents are clogging up my tables at the Deli. Finally, some money is coming my way. I'm working six days this week and it might kill me, but at least my bank accounts will be revived. Hello egg white omelets. Hello iced coffee that we don't offer but people demand anyway. Hello 30 minute ticket times and disgruntled customers. Welcome back.