Bad, naughty Godfrey. We had lunch at Jasmine Thai yesterday, and I couldn't help myself; I ordered a Thai iced tea. And a refill. It's like liquid crack; I could happily drink pitchers full of the stuff. Sadly, the caffeine in those two measly glasses in the middle of the day kept me up until 3 AM with heartburn, even though I took ranitidine as soon as I felt the once-familiar pains.
On the other hand, the late night was quite conducive to working on my newest Secret Project — so I found a silver lining in that cloud even as my œsophagal lining dissolved.