I really don't feel like I get as much work done when I'm at home. When I am living in England, a favourite pastime of mine is going to the pub, and getting some reading or writing or whatnot accomplished over a pint. It's relaxing, it's a great atmosphere, and no one there finds it odd! Here, I've got to go to some craphole café if I want to do that. I've got to drink coffee or some other pseudo-intellectual-piss-drink [which, I don't. And you'd be hardpressed around here to find anyone who can bring you a decent tea!]. If I were to go to any bar or even faux-pub around here, by myself, blimey, just to get some work done, I'd be seen as a) alcoholic, b) friendless, or c) just overall strange. And maybe I am overall strange, but needless to say, I'm angry. At the moment, all I want is to be sitting in the quiet upstairs of one of my favourite pubs, spread out over a table that's too big for me, sipping at a pint and nibbling on some chips, getting smiled at by the cute or old guys who work there and guffawin' at tourists.
Every episode of my life lately has been grumpy. Something needs to start looking up and I know just where I would like the improvements to start. Alas.
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