Today, I spent six hours, on the nose, in Starbucks.

Well, not actually six hours. J^e and I arrived at about 9:30, she still without sleep, myself feeling grossly lethargic due to waking at 4am in a lather of sweat. I left again at 10:40, having to go and do my German speaking test.

I hate speaking tests.

But I returned at 11:40. Before that, I went to the bank. Well, they called it a bank. It bore a remarkable resemblance to the lovechild of Starbucks and a deli, who had decided to forgo this hippy lifestyle and forge a future in the cut-throat corporate world. Yes, I am referring to the new ANZ monstrosity in Petrie Place. I've kept my little "please take a number" tag, because it blows my mind. This is not banking, this is some weird alien induction ritual.

J^e is steadily learning the names of the Starbucks staff by, each time they ask for her name for the coffee, giving it and adding: "What's yours?" Today, we watched Wayne complete his entire double shift, and another team of staff come in. We sat through the morning coffee rush, the lunchtime rush, and the afternoon coffee rush. We sat through the lulls in between. We sat through J^e's Rhumba, and my caffe mocha, which was the best thing I'd ever tasted, and J^e's coffee and J²'s flat white. Through business men, and the Sea Witch (hideous blue-green talons) and a potential drug deal and J²'s yuppie tendencies.

We annotated one of the green pamphlets into revolutionary propaganda, and reinserted it into circulation.

We returned home, playing: "If we put X and Y in a cage, who would win?"

Life should be like this more often.