NinGus's Cafe
I have this theory for a cafe that, instead of selling cookies or pastries or whatever to go with your coffee, stocks and deals in idea and words. Jars of random parts of the english language could be kept on high shelves and instead of giving you a free biscuit with your cappucino, perhaps a juicy word or a bite-sized piece of inspiration would be wrapped in a napkin and handed out instead. Glass cases of desserts could be replaced with essays, creative inspiration, or rich sumptuous thesis proposals.
'Would you like an idea with that coffee,
ma'am?'
'Oh no, not today thanks. I'm on a diet - perhaps something a bit lighter? A daydream maybe, or - actually, I'll take that random piece of procrastination, thank you very much.'
'Great. That'll be three dollars and a reasonable measure of time, please. Would you like some guilt with that?'
'Oh sure. Heap it on.'
Not sure where I'm going with this, but I am fairly certain it has to do with the fact that a) I am, again, sitting in the library doing nothing, and b) I went to bed that the highly reasonable hour of 4:30 am last...night? -this morning - and as a result my mind (and probably face) is displaying ten kinds of blankness to the world at large as I speak.
Type.
Oh, it was worth it. Thank you to all those who showed. I enjoyed talking to people again. Makes a nice change to the rocks in my cave.
I went to Dickson today and dropped off my application for the Mawson apartment. If I get it you may find yourselves bearning witness to the extraordinary sight of a three foot high Chinese girl attempting acts of athletic brilliance around the ANU oval in a fit of stupendous idiocy.
It means a lot to me, getting this place. Right now I can't see enough past that vague soup that is my mind to explain.
I am zoonked. I need sleep.
- Ningo mango
