And I thought downing the Pizza Hut with Coke would be awesome ... but it wasn't. I mean, I had six slices of pizza, and I was happy, and it felt ... uh, right to chase it with Coke (even though I had to run back to the bedroom a couple times to take a few swigs -- Father would be on my ass if I drank it out in the dining room like I didn't have a care in the world). But it wasn't the thirst-quencher I thought it would be in my dreams.
In fact, I put what was left of it, about a quarter, in the fridge post-dinner while I took a nap for an hour. Right next to it I put the strawberry smoothie Mother made for me just after we got done with pizza, a post-pizza drink she was nice enough to make, but one that was overwhelming because 1) smoothies and pizza don't go together and 2) I had one liquid I was trying to finish and I didn't need two.
Well, I only thought I didn't need two. I hadn't even started on my smoothie when I stashed it in the refrigerator. But later, after I took them both out (hopefully neither parent opened up the fridge post-dinner and saw them), I sort of had a struggle finishing the Coke. It tasted ... fine. But after the first taste of the strawberry smoothie, man, I couldn't get enough. I was gulping it down like it was no one's business. And this is a measuring cup Mother usually uses to drink. It was a lot, but it was no trouble for me to consume, or enjoy. Which is weird when yesterday morning I was jonesing for a Coke.
Am I growing up? Am I growing old? Or is there something wrong with me?
In fact, I put what was left of it, about a quarter, in the fridge post-dinner while I took a nap for an hour. Right next to it I put the strawberry smoothie Mother made for me just after we got done with pizza, a post-pizza drink she was nice enough to make, but one that was overwhelming because 1) smoothies and pizza don't go together and 2) I had one liquid I was trying to finish and I didn't need two.
Well, I only thought I didn't need two. I hadn't even started on my smoothie when I stashed it in the refrigerator. But later, after I took them both out (hopefully neither parent opened up the fridge post-dinner and saw them), I sort of had a struggle finishing the Coke. It tasted ... fine. But after the first taste of the strawberry smoothie, man, I couldn't get enough. I was gulping it down like it was no one's business. And this is a measuring cup Mother usually uses to drink. It was a lot, but it was no trouble for me to consume, or enjoy. Which is weird when yesterday morning I was jonesing for a Coke.
Am I growing up? Am I growing old? Or is there something wrong with me?
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