I prefer to call myself socially inept

I'm going to spend all day working on my article and making an editorial plan for the rest of the year. I got up at 5 a.m., exercised a little and was at Starbucks working on this by 6:30. How's that for productive?

At 9, I moved to the bookstore. In fact, that's where I am right now. (Taking a little break to blog, as you might have noticed.)

My husband says that only nerds hang out in bookstores. I know that I'm a bit of a nerd. I'm just wondering if I am as odd as some of the people who hang out here.

What about the guy who is continuously laughing at the book he is reading? Just sitting there, laughing to himself. That book must be pretty damn funny. What a freak.

Certainly I'm not that nerdy.

Or the man who always falls asleep reading the newspaper. This dude is here EVERY time I come here. I haven't been here in at least a couple of months, and he's STILL here. I am wondering if he lives here. He's certainly comfortable sleeping here. And I mean snoring-and-head-falling-back asleep.

Nope. I'm definitely not that nerdy.

So I'm just going to sit here with my earphones on, listening to my music, swaying back and forth with my head bobbing up and down to the beat, tapping my foot and trying not to sing out loud.

I'm so cool. ;)