Now it's hardly simple; it's just simply hard

The air in my mouth right now tastes like I just sucked on a muddy piece of bark. No matter how many swigs of water I desperately gargle and swallow, the after-taste is all "haha, I'm not going ANYWHERE, bitch!" Then it kicks up its legs, and cracks open a beer, getting all comfortable on my tongue. The first version of my herbs were gag-worthy, but they really should be proud of themselves for this one. They definitely outdid themselves, this time. Heh. It is foul and rank in a way that words can't really describe. The herbs are a powder, right? And this batch seriously looks like dirt. So wrong, man. I'm yearning for the first batch, again. And I've been even more spoiled by the ones I had the last week, because they weren't even that bad at all. I'm really, really hoping this kind is only nasty like this because of some new ingredient for the cold, and not the migraines. Hopefully I can go back to a slightly less disgusting kind, soon.

I'm still stuffed up, and my migraines are still worse, along with the nausea, but that could be partly due to it being that time of the month right now, and at least my nose is running less. Coincidence? Maybe not. Perhaps the sludge of doom is worth the traumatizing after-taste. Hell, if it is gross like this now because of new stuff they're using to attack the migraines, then whatever. I'd drink my own piss, if someone told me it would make my migraines better.

Speaking of drinking piss, I have no idea if this is true or not, but I read in the paper today that back in the day, laplanders (which is what I am, going back on Poppy's side, actually. Whoo, Norway up in this mother, babuh-bab-ay! Hee) would feed their herds of reindeer mushrooms (yes, those kinds of mushrooms) and would then drink their urine, which would give them a high similar to what you'd get from LSD. And then they apparently thought they saw their reindeer flying up in space, or some shit. Heh. So, uh, I guess that's where the flying reindeer deal comes from, during Christmas. According to the living section of the Oregonian, at least. I'd say they're pulling our chain, but I wouldn't be too surprised if it were true. As they say, truth is often stranger than fiction, after all.

( Make the mean headache go away )

Year In Review: Part I

I very well might do a much longer "year in review" entry later, with quotes like the ones I did last year, but I'm a sucker for surveys, so I'm stealing this other, shorter thingie from juliadactyl first.

( Enjoy )