Not cute at all

[desperance]

First, here is Barry, he who is lordly and robed in dignity. Inna box.



Second, here is Mac, mighty assassinator of cake-remnants -



- playing with his ball in a sunbeam. Not cute at all, oh no:



...And lastly, here am I, seriously not cute at all. Full of cold and foul of temper, apparently. I went to go to Walgreens for cold-medicine, but I obviously wasn't going to make it that far, so I stalled out at Target. Where I was doing fine until the woman on the till demanded ID for the medicine. Thinking back, I'm fairly sure Karen warned me of this last night, but I hadn't remembered. And of course I only had my passport, and then she had to summon a supervisor, and then she had to enter my date of birth and she couldn't understand it, and and and. It went on for ever and I nearly just walked out and I was certainly swearing under my breath but not far under, possibly not far enough. Technically of course it's interesting what different countries decide to regulate, but not when I'm standing there feeling rotten and they're faffing about making me prove that I'm old enough to buy a sodding cold medicine. I'm fifty-three years old, people, and it wasn't interesting at all.

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http://www.jwz.org/blog/2012/02/a-simple-and-convenient-synthesis-of-pseudoephedrine-from-n-methylamphetamine/