Thursday, October 22, 2009

Vitamin C Day

So I have been the MacDaddy of sickly since returning from England oh, six weeks ago. I love autumn, of course, but it also brings with it seasonal allergies. If I maintain my autumn love-interest metaphor, I'd say this is the part where you realize you have picked up an STD. Thanks a lot, lover!

Fortunately I have an OCD with citrus-flavored chewable tablets (first documented by climbing up the cabinets to the top of the refrigerator to eat all of the Flintstones vitamins when I was like 4; later repeated at 35 at my place of employment), and have been taking 500 mg of vitamin C each day for the past month, which appears to be the actual effective amount per this WebMD article. Has it made a significant difference? From a sinus perspective, no. But I am sleeping better and who am I kidding? I get to chew on tablets. What else could a guy ask for?

If you think I didn't love this song years ago, think again. The video is equally as fetch. I thought Vitamin C was going places, and then she did that horrible, blood-letting-from-ears song about graduation and I, the benevolent, the observer, the pacifist ... I severed the neck of a wild rooster and drew a blood circle in the sand, beneath a full moon, then threw salt over my shoulder as I walked away from Vitamin C the singer, forever. This, readers, is what brought her burgeoning career to a screeching halt. There are bad songs and there are bad decisions and herney, where I come from, two wrongs don't make a right!

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