I’m sitting in Caribou Coffee, staring in awe at the copious list of wireless networks available in my vicinity. I think it’s our first 70-degree day in a while—sunny, still, warm—and yet I’d rather sit near the window in Caribou with my MacBook watching people pass on High Street. A few of my friends are lounging on the Oval, but my friend Pri and I are here, attempting to study for our Tuesday anthropology quiz. It’s not working.

Anyway, I should be doing homework. I’m falling a bit behind in my classes because I don’t pay attention. I know, it’s entirely my fault for bringing my computer to all my classes and letting Facebook distract me.

Last night I went to dinner at Haiku, an Asian restaurant in the Short North, for a friend’s birthday. They had small scraps of paper and pencils at the table, so, naturally, Pri and I started writing haikus. I had never written one before, so it took me a while to get into it, but we were soon busting them out in no time flat. I didn’t save them, but I know someone has them—I’ll have to track them down and upload a few.

I’m losing my coffee-shop inspiration. I should probably study…or get more coffee.