It's never encouraging to see coffee stains on a hard drive. It was diluted with cream, too, and still seeped into and destroyed my Dell Latitude D610. I thought coffee was supposed to improve functionality and performance. ANYWAY: last night, I met a guy whose Dell Mini 10 had caught my attention on a craigslist posting. For about an hour, he demonstrated its features, wifi connectivity, and even included a soft, three-dollar carrying case for it. That's what sold me. I haven't loaded anything onto it, yet; not even Open Office, or virus protection. I will now take my coffee on the opposite side of the room, perhaps through a thirty-foot long bendy straw.
ANYWAY: I left my coat at the Caribou coffee (which is not really close to my apartment). I guess that, when the temperature rises into the high teens, my exposed flesh feels that coats are optional. I was already late to meet Caitlin, and hadn't brought my cell phone with me. When I arrived at her apartment, I discovered that she has no buzzer, so I stood out in ankle-deep slush and shouted her name until I was certain to be questioned by authorities. In the back of my car, I found two month-old, stale cupcakes and hurled them at her window. They bounced quietly off the screen, and landed at my feet.
The point is, attempts at baking and entering aside, my shouted street-side soliloquies seem kind of romantic the morning after. Next time I should hoist a boom box, or my new laptop at least, play Peter Gabriel, and capture her heart.
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