The Difference in Pete’s Thoughts, Depending on Whether or Not He Has Ingested Cold Medicine

No: I guess I’d better get up this morning.

Yes:  I guess I’d better get up this morning, pull down a box of cereal, delicately place it in the fridge, then stagger back to bed for three more hours.

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No: Looks pretty nice outside today.

Yes:  Why is some fucker shooting stage lights through the curtains of my front window?

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No:  Good, got some good work done.  Maybe it’s time for a brief coffee break, followed by more productive time.

Yes:  Wait…I think I might be at work right now.

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No:  Chicken, rice and vegetables.  That’s an appropriate lunch.  Good work on that one, Pete.

Yes:  Lunch?  No thanks.  I ate a brownie earlier.  If I eat anything else I’m afraid that I’ll be delerious with just sickness instead of that intoxicating blend of hunger AND sickness.

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No:  Time to go for a jog.

Yes:  Wait…I think I might be in the middle of a jog right now.

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No:  A nice drink?  Why not?  You’ve earned it today, friend.

Yes:  They said not to mix booze with this stuff.  But that’s probably just a scheme to trick you into buying more cold medicine instead of combining medicine and booze.

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No:  Alright, it’s getting late.   Time for bed.

Yes:  I should sleep.  But maybe this time I’ll really enjoy Aliens v Predator even just a little more.  Besides, couch nest is where it’s at.  I’m never getting out of this thing.