Shampoo. I hate it. If I didn't have to wash my hair I would never pick up a bottle again. I have to analyze 140 different types to find a match. There was residue left at a crime scene. It's almost as bad as the time I had to analyze 160 different types of wax.

I snuck out to the Caf-Pow! Cafe while the machine was running the tests. Kate, Tony and McGee were there too. We all think McGee should do a poetry reading there but he's hesitant. I'll try and convince him. I'd have to make sure Tony behaved though. Kate's right, he can be about 4 years old.

I need another Caf-Pow!

Abby