March 18, 2004 :: 1:57 a.m.
milk: does a body bad
I think I may have done something very bad. Around midnight, I went downstairs to get a snack. After much waffling, I decided on a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. I pulled the lone little pint of 1% milk out of the fridge and set about assembling my bowl of Cheerios. Now, the "sell by" date on the milk was March 14th. That was three days ago. Four days now, but whatever. It was in the past, but not by much. I've always used things that are slightly past their "sell by" dates without any adverse affects. But I sniffed it, and I tasted it, and I didn't know what to think. Actually, since I only drink milk about once every four months, I wasn't certain if it tasted normal and I just wasn't used to the taste or if it really tasted bad.
Now, common sense would tell you that at this point you should probably put the milk down and back up slowly, right? Except that I appear to be lacking the common sense gland entirely, so I, you know, didn't. I measured out 1/2 cup, poured it over my cereal, and took a bite. It still tasted weird, but I still wasn't sure if it was me or the milk at fault. So I ate, but I didn't drink the milk at the bottom of the bowl when I was finished. Usually I do, because it's nummy delicious, but this was just... not. Which is probably another sign that I shouldn't have used it in the first place. But, again, I'm stupid.
So anyway, I was watching my tape of tonight's American Idol (shutuprightnow), you know, just going about my business, and then I get this icky rise of bile in my throat. And it wasn't because Leah LaBelle was offending my delicate sensibilities, either. The taste is still in my mouth about twenty minutes later, and just... ew. Blech. I feel like I could actually go down into the bathroom and vomit, which is never a good sign. Especially since I don't throw up. Ever. I've thrown up twice in recent memory, once on Adam's sidewalk when I was sick as a dog (2001) and then when I went on the stupid pirate ship ride at Knoebels with Joe (2002). I honestly do not recall throwing up at all before that, and I know I haven't done it since, so basically we're talking twice in, say, 7 or 8 years. That's a long damn time with very little vomit action. So that shit is pretty significant when it actually does arise.
No pun intended. Ew.
So, lesson of the day: if your milk is past the "sell by" date and tastes funny, don't drink it. Wow! Imagine that.
(We did end up seeing Bubba Ho-tep tonight. It was great. I liked it so much that I actually intend to buy it when it comes out on DVD. Jack rocked. I hope I�m as cool as him when I get old, even if I have to be stark-raving mad to get that way. I highly recommend seeing it if you get the chance.)
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