Working late, working on a paper for class (hooray Google docs!), realizing that I haven't written a paper like this since I don't know when, not feeling terribly social, drinking cup after cup of lukewarm tea from the mug of madness. It's been decent and I got a lot of work done, am reading fluff for a change (Bangkok 8), and saw a kid who looks just like Bruce Lee, trying to avoid eye contact with the Unabomber.
I'm learning to perfect the blank stare, the way of looking without looking, trying to force my face into something that isn't a smile. It's easier when I'm tired and hungry and want to go home and don't want to talk when there's so much thinking and nothing worth saying.