The steam from the fresh cup of hot Starbucks coffee serenades across the screen of my laptop ever so gently. I wonder what I will write today, if I will write today, what, if any, words will present themselves to me on this day. The cool air, the hot drink yet I still don’t know what to think. Hmm, what a curious disposition, what a scene. I feel like a writer though, coffee for breakfast, coffee for lunch, hopefully actual food for dinner, but that is just a hunch! Ha, ahhh the life of a poor college student. I need a job, that pays money, so I don’t go hungry. Or maybe I should insist on my father paying me back. Then again, that money won’t last forever either, so I guess a job I will be needing. Ugh, if only I could get paid to write articles, or to do something I at least somewhat enjoy. I detest the idea of working for nothing but a paycheck to spend on stupid, pointless, useless shit in order to just repeat the cycle all over again, continually. Expletive!