What are you reading, my Lord?

So I'm at work again (if I am healthy enough to play a gig tonight, I am healthy enough to work; still, I will probably swallow some "instant health"-pills tonight), and digitizing the tapes. I'm at S, finally, and it's Shakespeare-Time. At the moment, it's Hamlet (with Gielgud), and I am surprising myself at how many lines I still know.
My memory isn't that bad, after all.

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I got myself some anti-cough-meds (we're playing in a pub; smokling here is still allowed; I don't want to start coughing in the middle of a solo), and, conscientious user that I am, I read the package insert.
These meds stop me from coughing. They can also make me slighly tired, nervous, and sick to the stomach, which is wonderful for a gig, and I might become addicted to them.
(Oh, but they have honey in them so they must be good!)
I wonder if the adverse effects don't outweigh the usefulness. I think I'll continue to suck on the Isla Moos lozenges for now.