It’s not easy to cheer up when all you want to do is to scream, break things, and then curl up in a corner.
Preferably for the next three days.
I want to inflict some damage to myself. Not very much, but enough to be excused for the trip we all have to go to at work on Monday and Tuesday. Eight hours by bus each way, and I really, really, really hate it! Break a leg, perhaps? Or a Skiving Snackbox?
On a brighter note, I’ve participated in a blind experiment; which is the better of regular Coca Cola and Pepsi Max?
I’m quite clear on the fact that I loath soft drinks with artificial sweeteners, whether that’s the only sweetener or combined with sugar. It’s yucky.
I was quite confident that I would recognize the two, and pick my favourite. Unfortunately, I tasted the Pepsi Max first, and it’s quite a lot of taste. And aftertaste. But I did know which was which, and added my opinion to the statistics. Go Coca Cola!
And to my dear friend, who might-might not read this; CONGRATULATIONS! Nice ride you got yourself! 😀