MOTHERFUCKING STARBUCKS, FUCKERS
There is a starbucks here. Well, there are about 6 starbucks here. But
the big news is that there's one just a few blocks away from our flat.

The bad news is that my t-mobile wi-fi account doesn't work here. And
they don't do monthly plans here, they do hourly or day rates and
they're stupid expensive. But, while I'm flush with jetlag and insanity,
I've coughed up the five pounds for an hour. Just to make me feel at
home.

Some ugly americans go from bar to bar... I go from internet access
point to internet access point.

Here's how they fuck starbucks up, though. There is no half and half.
It's just fucking milk.

JE SUIS FUCKING AMERICAIN, FUCKERS! JE SUIS FUCKING AMERICAIN!

Hmm...

Starbucks, motherfuckers. Motherfucking starbucks.

It's a drizzly morning. It's around 8:30 am. I got to sleep about 1am. I
did some yoga and stretching, and that feels good. Walking is nice... As
of now.. Aks me in a month.

AHA!

The times interview is out!!!



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