What did I do to the Gods? Did I forget to make the requisite sacrifices? Should I buy two lattes and pour one out on Concord Ave to appease the God of Frilly Coffee Drinks, thus ensuring I will have someone on my side? A Caffiene laced Athena to my pitiful, slightly goofy and bookish Odysseus? She'd wear a PVC red corset and I'd wear overalls. We'd meet at a small cafe that is never ever a Starbucks and get hopped up on mochas. After a trip to the loo - the world better watch out. I might write about it in my livejournal.