I hate, hate, hate being sick.
This is clearly not a revelation of any sort, since I don’t really know anyone who enjoys being sick. Well, maybe some vindicated hypochondriacs, but otherwise, nobody.
I apologize for my lack of posting and/or other forms of not being a total blob, but I promise I will post something original once I stop seeing these weird colors from the NyQuil. And now, from Denis Leary:
“I love NyQuil, man. Because NyQuil has never changed, man. It’s never changed. All the other medicines are doing that inner-child thing. ‘We know that there’s a small child inside of you, so now we have grape and cherry and orange flavor…’ Not NyQuil. They still have the original green death fucking flavor! You know why? Because it doesn’t matter what it tastes like, it’s so strong you go, ‘Hey this stuff tastes like..’ BANG! You’re in the coma already…”
And I’d just like to add to that by BANG!zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…