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No More Starbucks For Me

I cannot drink coffee anymore. I spent way too much time awake last night and way too much time too exhausted to wake up this morning. Now I feel horribly polluted. No matter how appealing a Starbuck's Grande Cafe Mocha with whipped cream sounds at 8p.m. I cannot do it ever again.

I am thinking that it would be good to get some smoothie ingredients at the store this evening.

My mother is coming back tomorrow. She will be here until March 13th if everything goes perfectly. If not, who knows how long she will have to stay. Terry's mother will be here on the 13th but she is only staying for a few days.

I wish I could go to sleep on the 26th and just wake up when it is all over with and I am all healed up and having no discomfort. I have to try not to talk about it anymore. There is really no point in dwelling on it every single minute. I am making myself crazy with it.

Posted by gwendolyn on February 24, 2003 at 01:40 PM