Today’s been rough. A nagging cough that appeared on Saturday has turned into a visiting wheeze and slight fatigue. Nyquil taken last night to combat that (what? it’s got medicinal properties) resulted in my body attempting to get more sleep than it usually does under the effects of Nyquil. It’s been unseasonably warm today (Chris is of the temperate blooded creatures of the world) and some coworkers and I went to the Pizza Hut lunch buffet.
Suffice to say, I’m tired.
Nonetheless, I have a challenge to uphold. I’ve selected Can 6, one of large size. I’ve nicknamed it The Voluminous C.A.N., mainly because I’m a child of 90’s era rap. There’s only one set of directions written near the lid: “Nuke 2 to 4 minutes.” Upon letting Cassie know which can was tonight’s victim, I was told “I hope you don’t have anywhere to go tonight.”
Great. Now I’m tonight’s victim.
It’s a brown-ish liquid, almost brackish in color. It looks like au jus, but has onion slices in it, making me think it’s French Onion soup. A quick taste test confirms this guess.
This was a horrible time for me to run out of bread. Half of it will be done in no time. (4:48pm)
EDIT: At least one half, if not two-thirds of the can have been consumed. I feel like I can now sweat salt. Oh, and my eyes water. A LOT. (5:00pm)