No luck at Starbucks
Just some friggin high school kids who kept walking up, peering in my window, then egging my car and runnning away. Dicks. Worse than that, though, my stomach is really messed up. Not sure what's wrong. Lots of growling. Kinda thing where you don't know whether to call a doctor or an exorcist. Maybe both. Thinking maybe I should stop the 7 Day Miracle Cleanse, though I don't think you're supposed to quit once you've started or you lose the whole effect or something. Who knows? Oh man. Gotta run. Peace out.