MSG

Ugh.

Someone has slipped a roofie into my Miso soup, and that roofie is called MSG. So few places use the stuff anymore, I'd forgotten how adversely I react to it. I'm sitting in my cubicle, barely able to keep my head up. I can't think straight enough to get any work done. I can barely even write this. It's taken me several minutes, and lots of editing, just to get this far.

I remember now, when I was a child, and MSG use was more common, particularly in Chinese food. Every time I'd go out for Chinese with my family, I'd fall asleep at the table in the restaurant. I'm trying to combat the drowsiness with caffeine (though I can never seem to get through more than half a can of sticky-sweet soda, before I feel forced to dump the rest out) and up-beat music, but thus far I have been unsuccessful.

I may actually have to go home early. Hopefully someone else will drive.