buckley's has failed me
Dec. 19th, 2005 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Am having a bit of trouble typing on the full-size keyboard at the moment. Ergh. Am quite used to the laptop now. Expect typos.
Buckley's makes a particularly horrificatingly noxious brew for bad sore throats and coughs. People swear by it. We bought a bottle ages ago because it was notoriously horrible and we wanted to see how bad it could possibly be.
I've never found it particularly effective. The herbal quackery part of it burns the everloving shit out of your throat, and tastes like sheer Hell, and then the cough suppressant kinda half-assedly suppresses your cough, but for the most part its effectiveness is due to the fact that it is so utterly horrible-tasting you wish you were dead, and once the flavor's worn off you feel, by comparison, like a million bucks. I mean not only does it taste like Hell, but it actually is so mentholated as to cause active physical pain for, seriously, a minute or more.
I've just taken some, in desperation, but it had an expiration date of March 2005, and it was never very effective really.
But the Triaminic I took this morning was completely useless. And the big old double of whiskey I had with dinner didn't do much either.
I got out of work 3 hours early. It was pretty sweet. I caught the bus home and phoned Z up from the bus shelter, and he said he'd been about to go out for a quick beer with his buddy Chris prior to picking me up, and so was glad I'd be home in time to join them. We went down to the Century and got a bite to eat, as well, and Chris gave us legal advice about what to do if ever pulled over by cops. (Prompted, of course, by us seeing a chick pulled over by the Kenmore cops... several blocks into the Buffalo city limits. Chris mentioned that the Kenmore cops do that a lot. Everyone knows not to speed in Kenmore, but in Buffalo they don't care (or, are too understaffed to bother): but the Kenmore cops lurk at the border and pick you up when you accelerate across the town line. He almost rolled down the window and yelled abuse at the cop, but decided against it. We were joking that he should run up and give the girl his card.)
Did you know, if you're stopped for suspected DWI, that you have up to 2 hours to take the breathalyzer, and don't have to take it before that? And you can call your attorney before taking one? Don't refuse it, but tell them you want to speak to your attorney first. It was an illuminating conversation. But I don't drive drunk, so it's unlikely to be an issue. Still and all, it was reassuring to be told I could phone him up at 2 am. (I guess, being the juniorest of juniors at his firm, he gets that kind of a lot. I guess what he does is tell you under no circumstances are you to tell him how much you've had, but he's going to count and you should simply say "stop" when he reaches the approximate number of drinks you consumed: after, of course, first checking that the volume on your phone is low enough that the cops can't hear him counting. He usually counsels them to just take the damn breathalyzer and he'll try to bargain the points down later.)
So, now: I have tomorrow and the day after off, and I am going to...
Well, first, send my Christmas cards. Come on, it's only the... 20th. Ha!
Then, SLEEEEEEEEEP. I am going to try to get my voice back before Christmas.
Buckley's makes a particularly horrificatingly noxious brew for bad sore throats and coughs. People swear by it. We bought a bottle ages ago because it was notoriously horrible and we wanted to see how bad it could possibly be.
I've never found it particularly effective. The herbal quackery part of it burns the everloving shit out of your throat, and tastes like sheer Hell, and then the cough suppressant kinda half-assedly suppresses your cough, but for the most part its effectiveness is due to the fact that it is so utterly horrible-tasting you wish you were dead, and once the flavor's worn off you feel, by comparison, like a million bucks. I mean not only does it taste like Hell, but it actually is so mentholated as to cause active physical pain for, seriously, a minute or more.
I've just taken some, in desperation, but it had an expiration date of March 2005, and it was never very effective really.
But the Triaminic I took this morning was completely useless. And the big old double of whiskey I had with dinner didn't do much either.
I got out of work 3 hours early. It was pretty sweet. I caught the bus home and phoned Z up from the bus shelter, and he said he'd been about to go out for a quick beer with his buddy Chris prior to picking me up, and so was glad I'd be home in time to join them. We went down to the Century and got a bite to eat, as well, and Chris gave us legal advice about what to do if ever pulled over by cops. (Prompted, of course, by us seeing a chick pulled over by the Kenmore cops... several blocks into the Buffalo city limits. Chris mentioned that the Kenmore cops do that a lot. Everyone knows not to speed in Kenmore, but in Buffalo they don't care (or, are too understaffed to bother): but the Kenmore cops lurk at the border and pick you up when you accelerate across the town line. He almost rolled down the window and yelled abuse at the cop, but decided against it. We were joking that he should run up and give the girl his card.)
Did you know, if you're stopped for suspected DWI, that you have up to 2 hours to take the breathalyzer, and don't have to take it before that? And you can call your attorney before taking one? Don't refuse it, but tell them you want to speak to your attorney first. It was an illuminating conversation. But I don't drive drunk, so it's unlikely to be an issue. Still and all, it was reassuring to be told I could phone him up at 2 am. (I guess, being the juniorest of juniors at his firm, he gets that kind of a lot. I guess what he does is tell you under no circumstances are you to tell him how much you've had, but he's going to count and you should simply say "stop" when he reaches the approximate number of drinks you consumed: after, of course, first checking that the volume on your phone is low enough that the cops can't hear him counting. He usually counsels them to just take the damn breathalyzer and he'll try to bargain the points down later.)
So, now: I have tomorrow and the day after off, and I am going to...
Well, first, send my Christmas cards. Come on, it's only the... 20th. Ha!
Then, SLEEEEEEEEEP. I am going to try to get my voice back before Christmas.
