The same is true of liquid cold medicine. After one too many sleepless nights spent coughing into my pillow and stressing over different conjugations of verbs in French, I broke down and got some Day and Night cold medicine. The Night medicine is a strange metallic green that reminds me of nuclear waste and tastes like death. I hate the taste; I dance around my room making overdramatic faces and promising my roommate that I will surely die from it and then I fall asleep peacefully 3 minutes later. There is a connection here, my friends! Nasty medicine actually cures your cold while tasteless or, even worse, delicious medicine brings nothing but pessimism and crushed dreams.