Tylenol PM, NoDoz combination
How Typical
Michael McManus
Issue date: 4/3/07 Section: Opinion
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Among the porn-site offers and spam e-mail that I receive on a regular basis via my UNO e-mail account, I've received a few e-mails asking me why I don't write about my sexuality anymore. Now that I think about it, I really haven't chronicled my lifestyle for a good two months now. With that said, I suppose today is as good as any day to restart the conversation. Join me now and let's get back in the "How Typical" mindset. Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay. OK, I think I'm there.
I've actually enjoyed breaking away from the "typical" homosexual dialogue. I mean how typical is it for a gay guy to rant and rave about his sexuality? I've already touched on all the hot topics. Gay rights, adoption, the military and even entered the hostile waters and talked about being a gay Christian (which according to some of you, yet unknown to me, is not possible).
I'm more than just a gay guy, and I don't want to be known as "that gay guy." So to avoid taking on that title, I'm currently checking out the blonde female sitting at the computer adjacent to me.
Now that I have totally wandered away from the subject at hand, a funny, and not gay, thing happened to me at work the other day.
I spend my whole shift at work surrounded by lovely, sweet ladies: I work in a group home with developmentally disabled individuals. I spend my days smiling, laughing and often breaking up fights involving fists and shoes. Don't get me wrong; I absolutely love my job.
However, like many of my fellow UNO students, my job often leaves me drained. Last weekend was one such example of this drainage.
I work what people in the "business" call an extended weekend shift. The shift boils down to a 68-hour straight weekend. I work Friday from 3 p.m. until Monday at 9 a.m. Yes. I am, in fact, crazy.
Last Saturday at around 6 p.m., the ladies I was supporting asked to go roller-skating at the local Skate Land (correction: apparently it is now Skate Daze). I was down for some skating action. After dealing with a few difficult situations that morning involving McDonald's and the throwing of food, I knew I needed an extra kick to get me through the rest of the night. I found that kick in a two capsule pack of NoDoz, purchased at the local gas station. An hour later I had my "blades" on and was doing laps around the rink.
I've actually enjoyed breaking away from the "typical" homosexual dialogue. I mean how typical is it for a gay guy to rant and rave about his sexuality? I've already touched on all the hot topics. Gay rights, adoption, the military and even entered the hostile waters and talked about being a gay Christian (which according to some of you, yet unknown to me, is not possible).
I'm more than just a gay guy, and I don't want to be known as "that gay guy." So to avoid taking on that title, I'm currently checking out the blonde female sitting at the computer adjacent to me.
Now that I have totally wandered away from the subject at hand, a funny, and not gay, thing happened to me at work the other day.
I spend my whole shift at work surrounded by lovely, sweet ladies: I work in a group home with developmentally disabled individuals. I spend my days smiling, laughing and often breaking up fights involving fists and shoes. Don't get me wrong; I absolutely love my job.
However, like many of my fellow UNO students, my job often leaves me drained. Last weekend was one such example of this drainage.
I work what people in the "business" call an extended weekend shift. The shift boils down to a 68-hour straight weekend. I work Friday from 3 p.m. until Monday at 9 a.m. Yes. I am, in fact, crazy.
Last Saturday at around 6 p.m., the ladies I was supporting asked to go roller-skating at the local Skate Land (correction: apparently it is now Skate Daze). I was down for some skating action. After dealing with a few difficult situations that morning involving McDonald's and the throwing of food, I knew I needed an extra kick to get me through the rest of the night. I found that kick in a two capsule pack of NoDoz, purchased at the local gas station. An hour later I had my "blades" on and was doing laps around the rink.
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Mary
posted 12/12/07 @ 1:41 PM CST
I would not suggest mixing these drugs at all. I was having problems sleeping so I took a Tylenol PM. I still didn't get much sleep, so when morning came around I was very tired. (Continued…)
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