There’s no swimming in the heavy water, no singing in the acid rain… red alert, red alert

I think I figured out why I don’t drink the water at work much. It doesn’t taste like water. Actually, it doesn’t taste like anything. It’s diet water, if there is such a thing. Regular old municipal water, but run through a crazy reverse osmosis, oxygenating, ozonating contraption that brings the dissolved solids down to about 10 parts per million (yes, somebody measured). It’s really sad that the thought of bottling tap water from home to bring to the office has actually crossed my mind.

Ah well…at least my Nepenthes likes the stuff.