I did it again. I drank the rest.

It doesn't get any better with age. Or with warming, since 'room temperature' in here is about 80.

Actually, thinking about it, the aspartameyness was slightly less at 80 than it was at...whatever it was yesterday. Perhaps something terrible has happened, because today it just tastes like ass. Orange ass.

If oranges were made out of chemicals in lowest-bidder type labs in a third world country, by disgruntled third-world workers, and those oranges had asses, this is what those asses would taste like. Especially if those oranges had poor hygiene, and you happened to come along for a taste about three weeks into the worst heat wave in Earth's history.

I'd bring up the part about how these oranges can only sweat through their anus, and how they sweat pure artificial sugar, but...you don't want to hear that.

Then again, maybe not. I don't think that a bit of warmishness and a day of being opened is going to move up the expiration date by that much....

This time, instead of drinking it from the cute little bottle, I dumped it into a plastic cup and got a picture of it. It took a few tries, because, apparently, my camera was horrified at what it was being asked to do, and it kept returning pictures of whiteness -- either this was due to the flash going off and the picture being overexposed, or it was the camera's way of telling me that it would much rather go into the light than be forced to have anything to do with this shit.

The 'New Orange Flavor' is...vaguely pink.

Which, again, is better than the strange antifreeze colour of the stuff Gremlin got, but...pink? For orange? No.

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