Redemption

I've changed my mind.

I stumble into the cafe 3 hours later than i usually do. Across from me are two young men scientists. They are handsome, cool and breezy. One lounges on the couch by a neat 4 inch pile of papers hand scrawled with graphs. the other is hunched over a table, his legs drawn up like a suave prowling thing. Both are dresssed in the uniform of sassy hipsters. Both stare intently but self-assuredly into their laptops. The one on the couch has a small but hard earned paunch righteously obtained by shunning outdoor activity for the laboratory. They are both cool cats, our generations watson and crick.

shit yeah. i'd swim, eat, breathe data to be as hip as these motherfuckers.

Take away point: working sucks. looking cool always seems fun.