Amerika - Force of Occupation

Mornings are an evil thing. Especially mornings in which I got little--as in maybe 3½ hours--sleep, and my allergies start to kick in. Oh god... I've finally made it to Eugene, Oregon again after six months to see my 86 year old mom. She and her 87 year old boy friend live in "sin," which I think is awesome. One look at her boyfriend makes it readily apperent that her honor is not at stake, even though he's tried to make it so. I think it' cute (if not a little gross), personally. (This is supposed to be some manner of vacation, but what is it about getting away from the jive of the daily grind that compels us to thrash the hell out of ourselves?)

I am so not awake, but the vegan omlette is on the way, and the soy mocha in front of me is super good, even if it's also super-hot. My server this morning at the restaurant is new... The other problems with mornings, particularly Sunday mornings, is that the most snobbish and odius people are at the cool local hole-in-the-wall places I'm attracted to. All the people I relate to are still asleep like decent people. I'm no hippie by any stretch of the imagination, but there's no excuse for treating your server like shit first thing in their morning just because you're an arrogant prick. It just makes me wanna get in their face and say, "Calm down jackass." Sheesh!

This place is called Morning Glory Cafe. It's only been here for a couple of years. It's right across the parking lot from the train station in downtown Eugene. I'd have provided a link, but their website is still under construction and there isn't much to look at.

I need to get a new camera. I'll see what I can do about getting pictures of my mom, her man, and the restaurant.

Okay, I'm paying the bill and out the door. I'm sure the Old Bat and her man are awake and wondering if I'll sleep all day. Boy will they be shocked. I slept until 1:00pm yesterday.