Yes! Ice! But it's not what you may think.
Anyhow, every great yarn has a beginnimg, so that's where I'll start.... and first things first, I don't like drinking straight tap water, either filtered or otherwise. Firstly, drinking too much unflavoured tap water makes me nauseous... really, so I add some lemon or other fruit juice to make it more platable.
So what's so unusual about that, one might ask. Well I started getting bored with the samo, samo, and with the hotter weather hotting up even more [temps in the low 40's], I decided to trundle off to the store to purchase a 3 - 4kg. bag of ice... you know, the frozen water kind.... not the manufactured drug kind. Shoot, I don't even do a little weed, so that 'other' Ice is NOT on the agenda/menu.... and yes, I digress yet again.
Anyway, after a long trudge back from the store with this heavy bag of ice, I'm as thirsty as all buggery, not to mention hot and sweaty and in serious need of cooling down. Well that's when my addiction began. I get out this half litre glass and half fill it with cold tap water that's been in the fridge. then I squeeze in an appropriate amount of lemon juice before adding copious amounts of ice tothe brim. Did I mention it was a steenken hot day? Well it was, and the half litre glass of icy cold water barely touched the sides.
After chomping down on.the remaining ice cubes until there were none, which I must say took a while, I went and got a refill.... and another.... and another.... and another.... and another. Now remember, I don't like drinking water that much. I recall people saying that fish do unhygenic things in it, and it's about now that I have this more than urgent need to pee....LOTS.
So, what was the attraction, the driving force that kept me going back for more? Well after filling my glass another time with just ice, and happily disposing of it before considering another, it dawned on me that I have an ice addiction. That 3 - 4kg bag lasted just two days more and I was off to the store for another.... which I also devoured in equally short time.
It's like I can't get enough of the stuff, and being it's just frozen water, something I've declared I don't like, I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me. I keep thinking that I should go see my shrink, but just as I'm about to walk out the door each time, I find a number of excuses: "Well it has been exceedingly hot of late. Yeah, that's it!". Then theres the sweet lass down at the store witb the gorgeous smile and 'come to bed with me eyes'.
Yup, I'm only going down there in the hope I'll pluck up the courage to ask her on a date. Yeah, sure, who am I kidding? Truth is, it's tha damned ice.... I can't... I don't wanna live without it.