As I drove towards the Starbucks a place of caffeine and wifi joy, but yet tainted with the dread of homework, I kept thinking of my grumbling stomach. Long ago I realized that I am a premadonna study person. This means that I cannot concentrate on anything worth a cent, unless the coffee was just right, the lighting, the wifi speed, and the body felt comfortable. needless to say that this is probably is all a subconcious way ton deal with my constant lack of attention and disinterest in anything to do with business school. So there I was sitting in the long after-work line at the local Subway. It was feature packed with the over-judgmental elderly folks, the volleyball girls with dangerously low cut shorts, which seem to be the focus of the elderly men. The poor mother trying to corral her cat-on-crack (AKA kid) ; to whom I totally I could relate to. The cougar with her skin tight clothes, her caramel shiny skin, and bleached hair, and her iPhone with her head yammering away,
Alex's rants and thoughts about technology and philosophy.