Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Of course, it's number three. Who knew that Rice Krispies would give you coughing fits at three in the morning, which leave you in fear that you might cough up a lung by accident? I guess if I will insist on buying the generic vesion of RK then I can only blame myself for the middle of the night outcome.
Look on the bright side. Who knew at 46 I'd still be drinking a fifth of Jack Daniels a day, and still getting by relatively unscathed with my meth addiction? The glass truly is half full . . .