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05. 5.07 Coffeeshop Nightmares

With all the web design work I've been doing lately I've come to realization that I have horrible self-discipline. Being your own boss will make you realize that. And doing work at home only hightens those tendencies, as they are so many ready distractions around. "I could wash the dishes." "I could do some laundry." "Oh, I haven't read this month's issue of Entertainment Weekly yet." "Hey, 7th Heaven is on!" Because of these issues I've started going out to coffeeshops to get work done.

This has led to an entirely new issue. Coffeeshops (Argo, Intelligentsia, Starbucks, The Fixx - it doesn't matter) have only single-person bathrooms. No stalls, no urinals, just a small room for a bathroom. And when I usually enter these bathrooms the light is off.

This has caused me to develop the fear that someone is waiting for me in these bathrooms. That some psycho is standing in the tiny room with the light off, hiding behind the door, just waiting for me to enter so that he can...well, I haven't figured out what he'd do to me, but it'd be bad.

I know this is crazy. I know this is highly irrational. Yet I can't help but have that twinge of fear everytime I open the door to the tiny dark bathroom. "Ahhh!" I'll scream as I close the door, flip on the light, and suddenly realize that I'm not alone. But by then it'll be too late. The psycho will have silenced me somehow, and everyone sitting outside will have been unable to hear me over whatever is playing on their headphones, anyway.

So far I haven't come up with a solution to get over this fear. Maybe when I become wealthy enough I'll just get a coffeeshop built in my house. Like how Tommy Lee has a Starbucks in his home. I'd probably feel safer in that coffeeshop. That is, the one built in my house. Not the one is Tommy's.


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