Glasses- check
Super hipster coffee shop in trendy neighborhood- check
Bad music that I can't stand- ... regrettably- check
Over caffeinated over priced over acidic coffee -esque thing- check
Writers block- check!

Why does this keep happening! I will be at work shelving books and all the brilliant ideas will run through my head. I will be asleep and wake up with the most creative ideas and write them down.
I set aside an afternoon to work on things like my personal statement or essays for school or whatever I am supposed to be working on and I wind up eating tomato soup and shopping for new sneakers. Even with the aid of my "handy dandy notebook" I've got nothing. It's like every intelligent thought I have ever had has turned to mush and run out of the side of my head. Granted I have had a stressful week but I could use that excuse every week. I have a stressful life. I admittedly like it that way.  There has to be a cure for the minor road block of, well, writers block.
One True Sentence, that's what Hemingway says right? Just start there...