There was the faintest coffee and cigarette smell from outside as I walked through the foyer of my office building just now, and the sound of the vending machines, and for half a second everything but my eyes were in some deserted end of a hotel hallway just after breakfast time, or in the concession hub of a convention center mid-morning before all the insanity sets in.
I can’t believe I’m spending this whole summer at home. It’s going to be so strange not to be in San Diego next weekend.
As much as I despise the crush and the sweat and the stench and the rudeness, it’s so totally, wholly other than what I do here every day, and the weekend always seems to go by satisfyingly slowly.
I’m going to miss that break from “every day”. I’m going to miss being around nobody but the people doing things that I want to be doing. As opposed to this place, where nobody cares.