Today, I think I'd like to have my stomach pumped.
Without going into too any details, let's just say the Starbucks Omelette needs a few revisions.
It did serve it's desired effect, though. My eyes are propped open like some kind of cartoon character. I'm so wired and awake, I can't imagine ever sleeping again.
Still, I definitely owe God an apology for the abomination I helped bring into this world...