Thursday, September 2, 2010

Chai Induced Insomnia, Insomnia Induced Blog

 It's like a sickness. 

I'm in Starbucks, again.  Embarrassed, again.  Unsure of how I got here, again.

I'm frowning at my change purse--which is already unzipped in anticipation, the little slut--when the barista makes me feel like the most predictable boob in the history of predictable boobs.

"Venti Soy Iced Chai, right?"

I nod in mixed shock and deepened embarrassment.

"Bree, right."


"714-7..."  Pauses.  "I can never remember the rest."

I narrow my eyes at her and her little nineteen-fifties reproduction glasses, then sigh and recite the rest of my phone number for her.

Twelve hours later and the shame and caffeine are still keeping me up, so I decided to start that blog I've been putting off.

I hope this blog doesn't turn out to be as embarrassing and predictable as my daily sleepwalk to Starbucks, but I'm pretty sure I'll still feel like a boob from time to time.