like distilled depression

I don't know what it is about the aftertast of milk of magnesia, but it tastes like pure, crushing, depression to me. I must have some bad association with it, further back than I can remember.

I've wasted my evening reading stuff on Jasper Fforde's site when I should have been packing my overnight bag, because tomorrow evening I'll be headed for a hotel in Chelsea, Mass. I guess I'd better go do that. :P