while making the trek from downtown back to sandy’s house exactly two weeks ago tonight, the sandster had a craving for chex mix. to address the direness of this issue, we promptly headed off course to a gas station to satisfy said craving. being the kind, loving and always polite lady-friend that she is, sandy asked if i would like anything. without a moment’s hesitation, i walked over to the pain killer aisle and picked out a small bottle of advil (since tylenol is for pussies and excedrin, though a gift from god, can be a little excessive).
naturally, a conversation ensued regarding my advil usage combined with my overall alcohol intake and how i’m probably dying as we speak, but it prompted me to take notice.
as stated above, it has been exactly two weeks (tonight) and i finished up the small bottle containing 24 tablets this morning. that’s 14 days (actually, 13.5 but we’ll just go with 14) which means on average, i take 1.714 tablets a day. now, i know that it’s really more like 4 before bed on occassion or when i wake at 6:30 some mornings to the realization that i’m heading to a goddamn court reporting office, but on average less than 2 a day.
the issue: there isn’t one. i mostly just wanted to let sandy know that i’m out of advil again and i’m accepting donations.
