Afternoon sickness.

I'm so sick I can hardly drink my freshly made coffee. I have often pondered the possibility that there is an alien residing in my estomago. However, it is a vindictive and evil little alien, and one that decides to come out of hibernation only on days off, trips for ice cream, and evenings out. I am discouraged, but have decided not to let my small martian friend ruin my day. I've determined to find myself a coffee shop. Carnal pleasures. And no, it cannot be a hybrid of astrology and dollars. Sheesh.