The frozen coffee is so good. This place is also conveniently close to the hostel.
12:30pm - 3pm: Blogged
3pm - 5:30pm: Programmed
5:30pm: Walked to WinnDixie
6pm: Walked to Panera
6pm - 10pm: Ate & Programmed, Panera
Since I've been at the hostel I've had a hard time finding places to do work in the evening. The hostel is way too busy. I'm so grateful I had this time to get work done and have my first solid productive evening since I've been to New Orleans.
10pm - 3:30am: Drank & Socialized, India House Hostel
I like people. My ex-girlfriend would say that I feed off their energy. On the other-hand I need alone time. I see these conflicting traits more clearly at the hostel. When I don't want to talk my face becomes stern. It's a way of saying, "Don't talk to me". Then when I get in the mood my face lights up. These are unconscious choices, but after flipping the switch so many times I see how in public my face conveys more what I want others to do than how I feel.
My friend brought me back Jambalaya. So good. It was chicken and rice and Galli is a meat and starch type of guy.
I played a game called "Buffalo" with the Danish and Germans. The goal is to count off to 21, but every time the group makes it to 21 someone adds a new rule. I made the rule, "When you get to the number nine you have to slam the table and yell "Nein!". If a person forgets to do that then - drink!