Exploring Rome

2.23.19 There is a woman across the bar that has caught my attention. She is blinking unusually fast. Is it the anxiety of this crowded bar or are her eyes dry beyond repair? She has short, silky black hair and a slim figure. I would think she was a boy if it wasn’t for the mascara and eye shadow. She scoots over three bar stools to a man with an almost identical hairstyle to hers at the end. They introduce each other and begin a conversation. Five minutes into the conversation, she has a confused/disgusted face and walks away from the man to the other side of the bar. She begins another conversation with a well-dressed dark skin man. He is wearing a navy-blue polka dot shirt and a pair of dark tan boat shoes. They introduce each other and the conversation seems to be going well. She laughs with her head towards the sky. She shouts at the bartender for a drink (He does not respond to her requests). She has a dark orange drink in her hand (What else could she possibly want?). I

2.1.19 I hear the clicking and clacking of the many keyboards in my vicinity. I also click and clack as I write this, but my rhythm is off from the others. I assume it is because the procrastinators have an impending deadline, so time is of the essence for them. The flu season is definitely upon us as I hear sniffling on repeat as if it is being played off a record. The air quality is average; I do not have much to say about it besides the fact that it fills my lungs and keeps my blood oxygenated. The conversation that surrounds me is ripe with gossip. They begin with the "hey, how are yous?" which goes two ways: they continue to get into a long conversation about how their week has went and plans for the weekend or the conversation simply ends right there... In one conversation, they plan to go to Sinclair's after "pre-gaming" at someone's house (I missed who's house it was). In another conversation, they plan to go