…and I’m a Coca-Cola junkie. Yes, I do enjoy the stuff, and I’ve had many great times– a Coke and a smile, as they say– having a cold drink and a long drive, politely harassing waitresses for multiple refills with a tasty pizza pie, or laughing about the degradation in quality of various fountain cups from the local gas station.
On my last birthday, I finally got hold of some super-yummy old-fashioned Coca-Cola… turning back the clock to a better day when high-fructose corn syrup wasn’t always an ingredient. Hooray for cane sugar!
But last night, I gave it up. I’m not a health fanatic by any means, but I think it’s become fairly apparent that the Coke isn’t exactly loving me back. I made it until 9 this morning before the withdrawl symptoms hit– Coke is a cruel master; I’ve been a grouchy, migraine-riddled mess all day.
With any luck, and a few more aspirin, I’m going to kick this. Until then, bear with me. Tonight’s show might be a doozy, haha.
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