Syrup

I've slept yet again. But that should be it now, only the last dollop of cough syrup left. Hateful cough syrup, it tastes so bland, it's so think and and pink. The pink is there to take the piss out of the patient, pink things are usually cute. Well this isn't. It's so gooey it seems as if it's some slug thrown into the liquidiser with a little bit of pink colouring. And I love animals, as well as slugs, but there is no way I'd pop one into my mouth. This syrup is also like some stretchy amoeba, the one being a sole organism, the one who reproduces on its own. I've always been fascinated by this organism, I just never thought I would find it in a bottle bought from the chemist's, the syrup really looks like one of them dressed in pink and about to hit yet another Friday night in Paceville, dressed to the nines, in pink. And then after bracing myself for three solid days to try and swallow the unattractive half-solid thing, I'm not sure I'm better. Oh well I've done worse things to get better, sometimes the lengths I go to just to get better...