I did the coke experiment myself years ago. I left it in a shot glass of coke for a fornight, IIRC. When I rescued it, it was completely black. I forget if it had holes in, but I assume so as surely the acid eats through the tooth.
This is true for all carbonated drinks, more or less. But apparently the combination of acid and sugar is particularly nasty since, supposedly, acid weakens the structure of the teeth, and the sugar promotes bacteria growth. There's a reason dentists hate this shit.
As long as you brush your teeth, I think the real problems with high coke consumption are internal. Diabetes, obesity, etc. And hasn't diet soda been linked with strokes and brain cancer? Nothing is safe But when it's 90 degrees out, all bets are off.
Trying to stay awake. Spent all day dismantling the walk-in at work. Scrubbing walls, taking apart the racks, douching and sanitizing. Going to take the line apart tomorrow, clean everything, then hook all the gas lines up, plug in the low boys, turn on the ice machine, fire up the ranges and ovens, and pray to fucking God that everything still works after an 11 week hiatus. Oh, and all silverware, flatware, glasses, pots, pans, fish tubs, cambros, deli quarts, squeeze bottles, ramekins, et al, needs to be washed and sanitized. This is one small section we did today: It took about 3 hours to wash... mainly because you can only run one rack at a time. The trick is load three racks in tandem and to have some other project you can be working on while you wait for each to finish. I figure we probably have about 4-5 more loads like that to do before we tackle the plates, glasses, and silver ware. And the worse part is that without any food to fill them, we have nowhere to put all those third-pans, six-pans, and fish tubs. I think I'm going to end up putting them on the dining room tables for now. Not sure. My brain is complete mush.
I'm watching my brother livestream Gris. I was going to read, but he liked playing for me and my sister. So I'm supporting the fam jam. I'll read before I sleep.
Making biscuits....ran out of butter so i used yogurt. Ran out of milk so i used coconut milk. We'll see how this turns out
Just got back from the supermarket. Gonna make lasagna tonight since I'm in the mood for it. Little one is a pasta addict, so she's excited. She also got stung by a bumblebee. Didn't cry, but she feels bad for the bee and not her fattening finger. Weird kid, reminds me of, well, me. Time to start cooking. After dinner is in the oven, I can finish up a short I started in bed last night.
It's 1 AM and I'm just edging for change. Can't wait to get into my new apartment, start at university, and finally move forwards again. I've learned a lot during this year, but in many ways it has also felt like stasis. At times I wish I was a little more spontaneous, even if it'd burden by soul a bit at times.
Going in to iron out a few details I intentionally glossed over.... one of the details being my military. I decided to finally base my "space ship" (lol) on a Naval aircraft carrier and just got off the phone with my dad about the various Naval ships/carriers/ranks/interiors of ships, etc. I remember seeing pictures of my dad on his ship, but it was cool listening to him tell me about what went on and stuff.
Laundry is going. I'm about to clean up the kitchen. It feels like I'm forcing myself to be productive, and I am. There's a listlessness in my bones today, but also a restlessness. Which is as uncomfortable as it sounds.
My brother, and now my wifey, recommended CBDs for my back pain. I'm sorely tempted. Funny as hell, but even the small hoses leave deep bruises, separate eye tissues, burst eardrums, rupture sinuses, and pull out fingernails. I hope it was for playing rap music. In kindergarten, my son was known as The Bee Whisperer. He would put flowers, stem leaf and all into a clear drink bottle, then take another flower and present it to the bee until it climbed on, then put flower and bee in the bottle. He carried it around, talked to it, then returned it to the same flower he got it from, "so it wouldn't get lost and be scared, it's family would miss it." I'll take memories like that to my grave with a teary smile.
My dumbass self didn't start the last load of laundry till late and what load was it? The bedsheets. I have others I could use, but I must have purple.
The dryer just stopped. Time to fight the mattress. I had the brilliant idea to put my bed in the corner, so I have to struggle hardcore to get the sheets on. But I tell you what, it makes me happy, the way I set things up.
Oooh, and now the sheets are all warm and snuggly! Nice. Though, if it's as warm as it is here that might be unpleasant. Love that in the winter though.