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NyQuil Induced Illusions of Grandeur

I have a cold, possibly bronchitis, and I’ve re-established my intense love affair with NyQuil to ensure I get enough rest so I get better faster. I could use cough drops, herbal remedies, whiskey, regular cough syrup, or a hundred other things to help with the congestion and stuffiness, but I find that NyQuil in a half dose does wonders for the symptoms for hours on end without having to re-administer while still remaining awake. My liver and kidneys are thankful for this discovery, but my sense of self is somewhat out of whack. Continue reading

Hurricanes Suck and Backwoods Childhoods Rock

After a week of no power, I have come to appreciate the way I grew up in a manner I never thought I would. When I was young, my grandparents didn’t have electricity for a while. I vaguely recall when I was very young the wiring going in, but it wasn’t the most reliable system. There was also no running water in that house until I was around 17. That wasn’t that long ago. I have fond memories of that house on Telachick Road. (Near Prince George, BC, Canada.) Continue reading