Damn you, wee Kate! Now I want a root beer float.

Root beer is disgusting! You are weird!

Acceptable sodas in no particular order: fruit flavoured soda, ginger ale, coca cola. Okay, in that order, actually, with citrus sodas being the tastiest of the fruit ones. And the more fruity and less sugary the better.

There isn't a drink I drink for the effect that I wouldn't drink if it didn't have the effect. I don't drink anything for the caffeine of it, and all the alcoholic drinks I drink I also think are really tasty. My mouth is picky. I never understood the people at University who trained themselves to like beer. How incredibly inefficient, if you had to acquire a taste for something altering.

That situation with the disabled husband sounds just like some good friends. When M had a brain aneurism, T was left in pretty much the same place. (Though being in the US, he ended up having to divorce her anyway in order to not have to choose between her care and the family's home.) he remarried after a few years but M was still very much a part of the family until she died 10 or 12 years later.

I liked Diet Coke, and relied on it for my caffeine instead of coffee (which I liked and would drink, but wouldn't go out of my way for). Post-surgery, the only carbonation I've had was the root beer I got at Goose Island with the Chicagoistas. It took me three hours to drink 10 ounces of that, so by the end it was warm and flat. Blargh.

The only caffeine I've had since Thanksgiving was two cups of coffee during class a few weeks ago after I pulled an all-nighter for a paper. It didn't give me the shakes, surprisingly enough, but I'm still going to avoid it as much as possible so I don't become reliant on it to stay awake.

I like a 5/6ths diet coke and 1/6th rootbeer soda.

I drank a cup of green tea this morning, thus consuming the first caffeine in a month and a half. It did the trick but it doesn't feel worth it now.

Someone asked my about my star-crossed love, Dr. Pepper, today. I gave the same reply for many, many things these days. "That part of my life is behind me."

That is a total double entendre. As in, no more for me, ever...if I can swing it and, quite actually, on my behind...which is vast.

We also talked about the trend, which I find alarming, of using the seat section of sweatpants and short for advertising.

If one could rent that particular space, I'd be rich.

Drug knowledgeable types...taking Flexeril and Vicodin together. Ok or bad idea?

Took Noodle to the vet today and she is a healthy cat. Also a very good patient. Hopefully she isn't too mad at me.

Add me to the no-soda crowd. I will snitch a sip of a good cream soda or root beer upon occasion but that is about it. Bubbles and me do not agree.

Goddamned, my swim tonight was craptastic. I started over after 3 laps because some kids got in the lane and then it took forever to chase them out. Then had to do circle swim with a craptastic lane sharer. Then THE SAME KID AS LAST WEEK barfed in the pool just as I'd finished a mile. OK, I was early enough, I could stand to wait 30 minutes to finish. THEN thunder started. Fuckit.

I really think they should ban that kid, lessons or no.

I am trying to and cut way down on Diet Dr. Pepper, my main elixir of life beverage. I am down to one bottle of caffeinated in the morning. I am trying to stick to still and bubbly water for the rest of the day.

Notice the phrase "trying to" above? Yeah, am on my second bottle of DDP today.....

We also talked about the trend, which I find alarming, of using the seat section of sweatpants and short for advertising.

What, she just thinks she has a JUICY behind.