holy crap on a cracker

I'm here at a coffee shop in Greenbelt, trying to organize my thoughts into comprehensible paragraphs and stuff that people can read. My brain is addled from lack of sleep and I think when I crashed into that wall earlier it wasn't because the wall moved.

It's too hot outside even when the sun is low on the horizon, and here inside it's just the perfect temperature to grab a comforter and pillow and sink on the couch. Except there is no fluffy couch and this is a public place whose staff frowns upon people who nap in the shop.

Anyway, I have to go now. Pages have to be closed. Like I know how.