Harley does a great impression of my exhaustion:
I went to Muddy Waters Café for the first time today to study international and corporate tax law.
When I walked in, the café had a natural hipster vibe. The barista had dreadlocks and purple contacts. The patrons might have been homeless, or pot dealers, or both. And of course, there was the 30-something-year-old Mac guy and CSS blaring from the speakers.
As it got dark outside, the hipsters left and the students arrived. The café took on a trendy-library vibe, and I fell in love.
I think the Spyhouse has competition now.
