The Blue Screen of Death

There is something rejuvenating about a coffee shop. The atmosphere always seems to jump start my motivation to continue writing my book-- and that battery has been dead for a while. I feel so sophisticated when I'm sipping on coffee with a thoughtful expression while typing vigorously at the keys on my laptop. "That's right bitches," I think to myself. "I'm working on a book that is going to change the world of literature while you all study for your bio exams. Just toss me a barret and call me Mary Shelley."

I get an attitude when I go into coffee shops.

So as I am thinking this, I look down at my computer to finish off one of my chapters. My "I'm the shit" mindset dissipated as soon as it was conjured. The horror was evident on my face; it resembled that of Van Gogh's 'The Scream'. I looked around the coffee shop for support, a shoulder to cry on, someone to rant to, anything.

Yes ladies and gentlemen. I was blue screened, which is a million times worse than being Rick Roll'd. It looks like today is going to be a normal day. Back to writing.