My understanding of melantonin is its something you wanna regulate and spread out, like maybe once a week. When I took it in combination with a zinc pill, man I would be in walking dream mode before I even got to my bunk.

I did some reading at the time about the zinc and melotonin, and I could be confusing the mexhanism and effects of the two.

Or I might be entirely wrong and I thank you, and you other guys for calling me out.

I am too lazy to read up on this right now so while I would be wary of combining the two, it might be ok and I might just be wrong .

I have had a long day and gonna zonk now without any supplement heh. Thanks for replying, I prefer to be corrected and its always fun learning I have been wrong my entire life about something, heh

this is dangerous.

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Fair enough! So they are trying to get out of paying for a double! I understand now. Tell them the glass is actually half empty!!! lol

Fair enough! Tell them it’s actually half empty! I can see your point. So they are trying to get out of paying for a double!

I ask for no ice because pop is pretty cold when it comes out anyways and I hate watered down pop. Also if I take it home I can put it in the fridge … and it doesnt get watered down.

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