writing at a coffee shop
I don't have much time. I'd like to go out of here just after eight-thirty o'clock.
Because I'm not accustomed to this software, word pad, I cannot chose my favorite font yet.
I'm at a cafe in the neighbor of my nearest station. And I parked it at the parking lot of the public library.
The inner design of the shop is changed at all, and it is not comfortable for me yet. And all of the lights are too sharp. It's never better for my nerves.
The coffee of the day is too strong.
I may go home soon. And I'll soon be accustomed to this condition. Before this coming, I usually read
some books. Writing is the reverse way. That might also be the cause.
I checked the battery meter right now. It still has more than eighty minutes. But I just have to go home now.
This writing might be continued just before my going into the nap.