Uh-oh

When I was young and impressionable, I read this Stephen King short story where a guy drinks a beer that had gone bad and turns into a dead-cat-eating monster. It totally freaked me out and only exacerbated (damn, that's a hard word to spell) my existing picky girl tendency to worry about whether or not food had spoiled. Milk? I absolutely cannot keep it past the expiration date. Leftovers? They can stay in the fridge for three or four days max.

And now, I just realized my Sprite has an expiration date of 10/25/04. I already drank half of it! Am I doomed to get some horrible expired Sprite sickness?

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