Coffee Talk

The Beehive amuses me. I was there again last night sipping on my medium latte while perched in front of my laptop (we tried large coffees on Tuesday night, but just can't seem to make it to the end before they get cold). If you're counting, this week I had two straight days of incessant work (about 11 hours each day)...the end product should be a paper draft ready by next week, or so I hope. Overhearing conversations at places like the Beehive, or anywhere for that matter, is incredibly amusing. The funniest part is that I actually try to block them out, as it interferes with my own thought bubbles. My thought bubbles shouldn't be trifled with - especially when they're on a role (wow, some anthropomorphism going on there - maybe my thought bubbles should also make gurgling sounds and try to steal my coffee. hrm, or not). Anyways, you know those people that like to hear themselves talk? The beehive is their breeding ground...and I always get stuck with the really loud ones that use an excessive amount of inflection right behind me. I often times think some of them are going deaf...or regularly envision themselves on the 50 yard line of Heinz Field trying to yell up to the peanut gallery seating. Seinfeld would probably call them loud talkers, maybe coffee house loud talkers...cuz coffee house loud talkers are a bit different from your run-of-the-mill movie theater loud talker. Anyways, I'm sure i look like the nerdy laptop toting scientist with my charts and graphs and stack of articles that resemble greek more than English...but I'm not deathly afraid of sentence fragments, nor do i frequently overemphasize stupid big words. The loud talkers make me laugh though, so since they seem to serve some greater purpose (good fodder for jokes and blogging)...they can stay :o) By the way, I've got mint chocolate coffee from Kiva Han today - one of my favorites. :o) :o) (yes, that deserves 2 smileys - no question).