Nyquil, Atheism, Training, and Other Things. And a Song.

The other night I was stressing about mixing Nyquil with alcohol because I had a vague memory that doing so caused instant death (which I admittedly should've thought about before drinking with a cold). Dr. Google said that doing this in the long-term could eat away at your liver, and if the name is any indication the liver is extremely important, but I've only had a cold for a week and I've eaten a lot of burgers lately so I'm pretty sure I'm okay.

DEATH. AND PINKIES.

After my frequent visits to Dr. Google I always get all existential, wondering what IS LIFE and what happens WHEN WE DIE.  As I've gotten older I've grown more certain with atheism in a way that makes death seem somewhat more approachable, even at the hands of Nyquil and Ketel One.  I was thinking about dying in my sleep and realized that if I was gone, 1) I wouldn't know that it had happened and 2) that everyone I would leave behind would know I loved them, because I make sure to tell them.  Knowing that life is impermanent, to me anyway, makes it somehow that much more precious and meaningful. It's one of the reasons why it gets under my skin when people suggest that atheists don't have anything to live for...that, and because earth has vodka, Slankets, chocolate, and wedgie-free undies so who's the one that's really living I ask you? Kidding, I generally make a rule of not telling others that they can't possibly appreciate life because their belief system is wrong.

OKAY LESS SAD THINGS NOW. I'm beginning to notice a skill I've developed at work, namely the ability to somehow become more patient in response to growing frustration from training attendants.  In some cases people seem to devote more time to making change more difficult than it has to be than they do to actually learning the new system, and I'm doing a much better job of not taking it personally anymore.  All that said, I'm still sick of hearing the sound of my own voice and the same 3 paragraphs over and over again. It's made worse by the fact that my head is stuffed up, causing it to almost vibrate with the obnoxiousness that is my voice. Do you know that feeling, or is it just me?

Anyway things in Boston are progressing pretty normally. I'm having fun but I'm also pretty excited to head home and see that guy and dog I keep around my house for entertainment.

And finally, Rob shared this song with me on Facebook a few days ago and it really stuck with me for a lot of reasons. I know I'm like, forty years too late in sharing it, but they didn't have blogs back then so the only way to share it was by sending someone a record and that was just TIME CONSUMING and expensive.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did: