I’m such a cliché

It’s raining. Actually, it may be a slight drizzle, but nevertheless moisture of some sort is descending from the little pockets of water vapor floating in the atmosphere. I am in a study room above a café. I’ve even used “é” twice already. I could even throw in some Madeleine Peyroux and Diana Krall in the background for the sake of this description. However, if I were really in an ideal state right now, I’d be able to connect to this bloody server and do my job (real job, not just figuratively). Also, If I were truly the cliché I’m thinking of, I’d have a lot of things right now, things that I would call simple pleasures:

• 1. Clean laundry (underwear, workout clothes, socks, etc.)
• 2. Groceries — CHECK!
• 3. Fresh linens because when you have been sick, you don’t want to sleep in a bed of sick-sheets
• 4. YOUR HEALTH; see pleasure #3
• 5. No Internet/server/connectivity problems. Ever. It is unacceptable. 

Seriously, what am I? A college boy?