Perforation Problems

Someday in an imaginary world where sugar counts as a whole grain and buttercream frosting is a vegetable, and where there are no recriminations, no consequences, no reasons to feel guilty that you're shoving cookie after cookie into your face, I will join the Cheryl's Buttercream Cookie of the Month Club. And every month, delightful concoctions will appear at my door, marking the passage of time with their seasonal sprinkles and appropriate cutout shapes, and there shall be cookies, all the time, everywhere. Never again will I say, "I wish I had a cookie." It will only be, "I shall go get a cookie, because I have many." Cookies will abound and be plentiful, and everyone will be happy. Ah, such dreams for mortal men! The glory.

This post might be a little jibbery, if you know what I mean. I'm in Starbucks, where I just got my free venti latte from my rewards card. I haven't been drinking as much caffeine since I stopped working in an office and I don't think I realized that until this exact moment. I left the house for some new scenery, hoping it might get my writing going. There are more people here than I expected – and an interesting mix of people, too. A kid drawing in a book while his mom and her friend talk. A man in dad jeans with his HP notebook, sitting back with headphones in and his hands clasped in his lap, his eyes focused on something on his screen as if in a trance. Students working at a table, laughing and playing with their phones. A woman in a suit with Toms and Spotify and Luna music stickers on her laptop. And a girl who from the side looks like someone I know, but she won't turn enough for me to be sure. It's been almost three months since I started working for mys...