As this week's deadline approaches, I find myself a couple hundred kilometers out from the nearest Budapestian coffee house. How like me to run away from responsibility, I hear myself saying. As I get into my usual daily routine of beating myself up, though, an uncharacteristic spark of initiative strikes me: they must have coffee in Pécs somewhere. Dammit, I say to myself, now I thought of that, I'll have to get out of my bed and take part in whatever silly antics it takes to get a coffee around here, and I'll still just end up feeling inexplicably guilty.
