Red Bull Remorse

Yeah, it was too good to be true. About an hour after the post last night where i was loving life on my legal stimulant I got a piercing headache - you know, the white-hot-poker-behind-my-eyes headache. At home i rode it out with some dinner (nothing says comforting like m'oni cheese and juice (mmmmm... cran-grape)) and a book (the Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton). Once the searing-pain portion of the evening was over I found myself at my desk in the midst of a postcard making frenzy; a few of you may find the interesting results in your mailboxes in the coming days. When Mr. Sharpie showed up at 12:45 I realized perhaps I had lost focus and control over my evening. I have learned two very important lessons from this experience that I wish to share with you in the form of Public Service Announcements: 1). Though the gym is open at 1:40am, all of the lights in the parking lot are turned off, rendering the experience creepy like a zombie movie. 2). Some people of a certain natural perkiness level should stay away from "energy drinks" at all costs, really.