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So, I'm out of coffee at work and didn't get to Peets last night. I had a vague notion of taking the Gold Line to a Peet's in sierra Madre, but I'd never been to that one, and wasn't sure how I could get from my office from there without a lot of retracing. So I hit the Starbucks by the Willow station, picked up some French Roast and a double espresso for the road. I also got a Croissant for Breakfest, but was once again dissappointed by it's gummy doughyness - doesn't anyone in this country know how to make a decent croissant anymore?

Anyway, I was late enough that Jorge got on my train - fortunately, while he sat next to me, he mostly pretended to read the paper while I focused intently on Murakami and he kept his hands to himslef.

Now I'm at work - and while my coffe is worlds above the Maxwell house in the drip pot, it still is...lacking. Perhaps I will have to make that Gold Line run...