Are you ready to juice?

Nothing accomplished last night. More leftovers were consumed. I played New Super Mario Bros badly - 'fuck, fuck, fuck' - and watched some cookery programmes. Before going to bed I watched Bid TV and was transfixed by a delightful Tamzanite ring. The presenters were full of double entendres with regard to the ring - 'ring, not the one on your finger - ahahahaha.'
This morning I fed Artie his porridge while watching an infomercial. It was about the Jack LaLane Juicer. I must admit that I've seen this one about a hundred times. It's a classic of the genre. As for a favourite line, I'm torn between the narrator saying, 'Jack LaLane - he's 90!' and the one where his 'lovely' wife - Elaine LaLane - says to him 'But you don't drink milk,' and he responds, 'You're right! I'm not a suckling calf!' I've included a link to the advert. Sadly it's abridged. If you want the full juicing experience, I implore you to check out the shopping channels from about 2 in the morning until 8. It's playing on my mind. I feel the need to juice. I want 'legendary energy'.

Juice, Juice, Juice!

Oh! Update on the novel. I read a page of a book for research. It was useless though. Maybe later...