Had a case of the sniffles, which has become a touch of “I don’t feel good,” which will become bad strain of “where’s my fiancee when I need her” if I don’t get some sleep.  So you know what time it is.
NyQuil.
Now, I’m a little wary of NyQuil because of a bad experience I had with it back in ’97 (FYI, don’t ever take NyQuil at 11, wake up at 5:30, drive at 6:45, and not eat at any point in the sequence).  But I’m gonna need to sleep tonight if I’m going ot have any chance of staving off this ickiness.
My preference has historically been for the caplets, since they have no taste.  NyQuil has always tasted like, if I spilled some on the floor, that spot would be super shiny.  Anyway, for some reason, I’ve got the liquid form here.  And I can’t find the little shot glass that game with it, so I’m guesstimating how many spoonfulls to take.  I voted for “a lot.”
But that also meant repeatedly having to taste NyQuil.  That’s wack.  But eh, gotta play to win, right?  I made it work.
Know what?  It wasn’t so bad.
Then I realized I hadn’t slowly drank NyQuil since I was about 17.  That would be years before I got turned on to drinking.
And hell, if I can convince myself that gin tastes good, the same can be done with NyQuil.  Tonight, I realized I’d pulled off that feat.
See, folks, this is a way that alcohol keeps you healthy.  Outside of red wine’s good effects on the heart, that’s the only way.