I can go to the pub of an evening and have 2 pints (that's a quart, one quarter of a gallon) of 5.5% alcohol content Cider, beautiful cider, and not feel remotely tipsy.
Should I choose to drink something a bit more refined, 2 glasses of red wine, quaffed quickly enough, will make me smile more than normal, from about halfway through the second glass. To be fair, the only time this has happened, Katie and I were out with her folks, and I'd been drinking too slowly and had to take down the second glass lightning quick as we were heading out.
I had 12 ounces (12 freaking ounces! that's 3/4 of a pint) of coffee, with milk, at 3.30 yesterday afternoon. 12.5 hours later, it's 5 a.m. and I haven't yet been to sleep, save for maybe 2 or 3 imperceptible dozes.
Freaking Crap.
While we're on the subject of my wonderful metabolic processes, we had orange sweet peppers (capsicums) in our dinner tonite. I love the taste of peppers. Fried, grilled, with onions and meat or on their own with other veg, I love peppers. My stomach and I disagree harshly on this point. Sometime late, late today, a fair 24 hours after eating them, the lower half of my torso will raise its angry little argument. 24 hours.
If I go for an exhausting bike ride, or go work out at the gym (don't laugh, there was a time), at any point on any given day, I will feel fine the next day. Not a trace of soreness. I feel it the day after the day after though, and usually with accrued interest.
And, to top it all off, ridiculous me, I can be happier than any one person has right to be, and say nothing about it, but give me 30 seconds of discomfort, and I'll feel a desperately urgent need to broadcast it to the masses...
Y'all have a great day.
Multiple drowsy smiles,
Jeffro
