The Black Book of Discord

So no webcam photo today- I ditched work because my back is still sore, in an effort to rest up an feel better. Well, I don't. Every joint in my body hurts, I can't stop sneezing, and that spot on my back still hurts. Feh. So, I sit here with my trust cup of Fast Lane tea (ginseng, nutmeg, licorice root, etc) which usually makes me feel better, even when I have migraines. It has nearly the same amount of caffeine in it as a double espresso, yet it helps me fall asleep- go figure.

I have been introduced to a new product through word association and the efforts of my friend, Miss Pigeonbiscuit, illustrated hnyarh: What product is it you say? Well if you looked at my cam photo from yesterday, you'd know the whole ingredients list at the very least- Rally Cola. It doesn't have anything to do with rally, FIA, SCCA, any works manufacturer, or the WRC as the name might imply, but it's damn good stuff. You can drink it warm and it doesn't taste like liquid ass as many colas do- hell, I haven't had a can of this stuff cold yet... it probably tastes even better then! A canful of Rally Soda helps the medicine go down too, as I just took about 500mg of ibuprofen- my back has little demons in it this week; demons that punch and pull at the muscles in one specific area of my back making movement an excruciating thing at times. Thing is, these guys work the graveyard shift... the pain only comes around or after midnight. I'm hoping the ibuprofen will make them all dizzy so they'll knock it off for tonight. Bottled more beer tonight actually- the Black Widow Stout. "Stout" is a misnomer- I would say "strong enough to make you think you got clubbed in the face with a battleship" would be better. Damn good stuff though- so dark you can't see through it, and heavy enough to be a meal- a meal you need a fork and a knife for. We put it in 7 ounce Coronita bottles, as a 12 ounce bottle of the stuff may have people on the floor, holding on for dear life thinking the floor is spinning. Like I said, it's going to be damn good stuff; it just needs to age for a bit.