I swear to God, Starbucks has implanted a chip in my brain. The first time I had a Frappucino this summer (and it was the first time I'd had one in a long, long while), there must have been a microscopic probe in it that swam through my bloodstream, located my brain, and made a comfy home for itself there. Damn you, ridiculously expensive, horrendous-for-you, monopolistic frozen coffee treats! I can't stop thinking about Frappucinos, in all their mochaespressobrowniecookiecaramelmintwhitechocolateraspberry glory. Grr. Double grr.