Energy drinks are like crack.
May. 22nd, 2012 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xxmadsenxxWell, maybe not quite. But I feel pretty spracked out right now lol. Since I have to go to work and function all day with pretty much no sleep, I bought a giant case of 5-Hour Energy and a giant case of Red Bull. Today I had two of the 5-Hour energy drinks, two or three Red Bulls, a huge size grape Amp or whatever the Mountain Dew one is (which was fucking delicious, as far as energy drinks go), and my usual coffee. Less coffee than normal though, because the energy drinks took its place. I probably shouldn't drink that many energy drinks. I'll probably give myself a heart attack or something. Oh well. At least I won't be as tired.
When I came home from work, Jenny was like, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were on coke or speed or something." Lol. I don't act like that on coke. Well, not usually. I guess if I have enough of it or if I'm in a certain mood I do. Or did. Whatever. There's a BIG difference between being coked out and tweaked. Fuuuccckkk tweakers. But anyway. I'd rather be on cocaine than caffeine, but no can do. So caffeine it is. It's not nearly as much fun, but the consequences are much less dire. For the record, I mean powder cocaine, not crack, like the subject line says. Crack is gross.
So anyway...
Evan is mad because I won't get him a dog. We have a cat. We don't need a dog. The last thing I need right now is a new dog on top of a screaming baby. I love dogs, but I'm a cat person. Besides, the cat we have is cooler than any dog. That cat is chill as hell. She's smart, laid back, funny, playful, friendly, and affectionate. We don't need a dog. Cats are way lower maintenance, too.
I think all these energy drinks are fucking with my stomach. Not sure how or why, but I think they are. Watch, now I probably won't sleep because of too much caffeine. Not that I'd be getting much sleep anyway.
That entry was pointless.
When I came home from work, Jenny was like, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were on coke or speed or something." Lol. I don't act like that on coke. Well, not usually. I guess if I have enough of it or if I'm in a certain mood I do. Or did. Whatever. There's a BIG difference between being coked out and tweaked. Fuuuccckkk tweakers. But anyway. I'd rather be on cocaine than caffeine, but no can do. So caffeine it is. It's not nearly as much fun, but the consequences are much less dire. For the record, I mean powder cocaine, not crack, like the subject line says. Crack is gross.
So anyway...
Evan is mad because I won't get him a dog. We have a cat. We don't need a dog. The last thing I need right now is a new dog on top of a screaming baby. I love dogs, but I'm a cat person. Besides, the cat we have is cooler than any dog. That cat is chill as hell. She's smart, laid back, funny, playful, friendly, and affectionate. We don't need a dog. Cats are way lower maintenance, too.
I think all these energy drinks are fucking with my stomach. Not sure how or why, but I think they are. Watch, now I probably won't sleep because of too much caffeine. Not that I'd be getting much sleep anyway.
That entry was pointless.
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Date: 2012-05-23 01:15 am (UTC)I'm a dog person. You should get a dog. Haha
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Date: 2012-05-23 01:38 am (UTC)We'll get a dog eventually, I'm sure. But for now we're sticking with a cat.
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