God damn it, this is really pissing me off now. Someone in the office next to mine has a cell phone ringtone of the freaking suspense-y, bomb-about-to-go-off music from "24." You know, that "beep...BOOP...beep...BOOP...beep...BOOP" sound. It is incredibly distracting and pulse-increasing, as it is meant to be when it is played where it should be, on a crazy, anxiety-producing Fox drama. Not right next to my office!

I woke up with a stomachache this morning. I drank a little coffee and knew that wasn't a good idea. So I waited to get to work in order to finish my caffeine fix, but it was already 80 degrees by the time I got into work at 7:30. And then by 10:00, when I finally got my drink, it was HOThot and my stomach felt better, so I got an iced black tea lemonade from Starbucks. A venti, because I don't know my limits when it comes to something as delicious as a Starbucks black tea lemonade. When I worked at Starbucks (summer of 2004, during my purgatory in Spanish Harlem), we could have one free drink a day. Mine was always a venti black tea lemonade - and this was back when they still had the amazing Valencia orange syrup that elevated that drink to the orgasmic. I would drink it on the subway platform on Lafayette Street (the gross one below the library, by the Waldorf Astoria), and even though NYC subway platforms run between, oh, 250-300 degrees during the summer, I would be content. Even though I was headed back to my disgusting, infested sublet that made me want to cry, and wearing my hideous Starbucks uniform and smelling like bleach and burned coffee. The Starbucks I worked at was in a hotel right by the UN, and every so often the police would swoop in and shut down the whole area and we had to stay inside and be on lockdown for a few hours. I loved those times - I would grab a New York Times and a drink and just enjoy the post-apocalyptic feel of the armored vehicles rushing down the avenue, probably with Kofi Anann inside or something. It took so little to make me happy during that incredibly depressing summer.

Anyway, moral of the story, I like Starbucks black tea lemonades. But I should not have had a venti one, and then an hour later eaten my lunch of whole wheat pasta with roasted vegetables. Because my stomach is as unhappy OR MORE unhappy than when I woke up. I have class in an hour and I have to listen to a lecture on, like, Barbara Streisand's career highlights or something retarded like that. I hate this musical theater class. Actually, I just hate musical theater. I shouldn't blame the class. It's not the class's fault. But having a stomachache is going to make it that much more unpleasant.