As cliched as a ladies haircut on a skeletous male resident of Williamsburg

Here I am. Did you miss me?

I am sitting in a cafe on Bedford Ave in Williamsburg where I am attempting to WRITE funny. I decided to extend my trip to Yale by nine days to get some funny written while staying in Williamsburg. So far I have a bunch of halfway decent "Top Ten Lists." And a lot of stray thoughts that aren't hitting the paper/screen right.

Perhaps people don't actually getting writing done as cafes, perhaps they just look like they are writing.

Because that's what I'm doing right now. I look like I am writing.