So, my ordeal is almost at an end, and I’m counting down the days. The antibiotics I have to take are, let’s see, counter-productive to my highly-regarded and honed relaxation techniques. Which basically means after a hard day, I like to have a drink, dammit, and I haven’t been able to really enjoy a drink in a long time and it is starting to make me a bit cranky. I’ve had a beer now and then, like, one, and I keep freaking out because it dilutes the effectiveness of the antibiotic.
So, my I’ve replaced my bourbon with… sigh… 7-Up Plus. You’ve seen it, right? Splenda-based 7-Up fruit soda endorsed by two of the ladies on Sex in the City? There is just something wrong in the world though when I sit down on the couch to relax with a book, my slippers, the dog at my feet, and a glass of 7-Up Plus instead of bourbon. What’s worse than this, you ask? I love it. I can’t drink enough of it. It’s like my methadone. What’s worse is that I actually feel relaxed after a glass.
I guess my hormones must have counter-acted this development because I got tired of shaving and grew a beard in the meantime. A big manly beard. Yes.
Let the jokes begin… now!
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