Herbal Tea: a very underrated form of torture…

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So it’s night number three of the excruciatingly dull world of sobriety. I have a cough. A chunky one. A tickly, chunky one that has made my chest and throat feel like they’re on fire. Two thoughts have struck me:

a) I have no beer to dull my discomfort

and

b) is my discomfort caused by no beer?

I’m going to spend the rest of the evening pondering this over a cup of the most revolting herbal tea I have ever suffered through. Seriously, it stinks. And it tastes like soil. It professes to be a special blend of relaxing herbs and is thusly supposed to have a calming effect… is that supposed to kick in before or after my gag reflex…

Calming indeed!

CALMING MY ARSE!!!!!! DO I SOUND FUCKING CALM?!!!!!

I am sober, bored, congested and drinking herbal tea that surely has been made from the contents Hell’s own compost bin. No. I am not calm.

This is the first time I think I have ever said this, but God I wish it was Monday!

*sigh*