Not sure what bit us in the ass but Rot and I can't keep our hands off each other. We're like two utterly blind, deaf, hungry bunnies that found each other in a desert and holding on for dear life. Except... it's more enjoyable than that. It's probably because we're not as broke as we used to be. That means I can buy luxury things and not feel bad about it. JOY
3 people who I did orders for still haven't paid me. Funny enough I have more co-workers wanting stuff, but I told them I'm holding off until they pay me. Subtle vicarious psychological peer pressure ftw.
I recently discovered the joys of Ibuprofen. Pills are not a favorite of mine. During my childhood, I made the mistake of chewing on a gel advil while trying to wash it down with orange juice. That burned as it all worked it's way back up my nasal cavity and esophagus. I've never vomitted since, and swore off pills unless they Flinstones tablets or Gummy Vites. Yesterday, Rot gave me two ibuprofen because my shoulder and back sucked. The pain was almost completely gone. I got to work and took two more tabs out of the bottle one of my co-workers got us. GONE. I felt normal again. No pain whatsoever. Today I took 4. I'm trying to not become dependent of them because something tells me I can grow a tolerance? I have no idea for sure, but it seems like common sense to me. And I don't wanna harm my... whatever it would harm. Again, no idea... but seems common sense.
I <3 common sense. Sharp wit is also awesome.