The past few days have been crazy busy and I’ve found myself needing a bit of an energy boost to power through and get everything I need to get done handled. I’ve never been a big coffee drinker (total Tea Addict though!) or Gatorade, sports drinks, anything like that really. It’s the same reason I don’t drink most alcohol… I’m a pleasure seeker at the root of my being and if it tastes bad, I’m just not into it.  But this week, Mountain Dew just wasn’t cutting it for me, so I grabbed a Red Bull. Yes, I’m part of the .01% of people who had never tried a Red Bull. The taste wasn’t horrible and within a few minutes I felt a renewed sense of vigor. Job done.

So yesterday when Hannah and I stopped midroute to get a cold drink and found these Spike energy drinks she had been telling me about, I had to try one. (Mind you I had already had plenty of caffeine earlier in the day. More is better? Right?) It was good. It gave us both some mad energy. We both got a little giggly and there was talk of ripping out grass with our bare hands. We powered through the rest of our route and I was only a little jittery.

But drinking one of those around 5 pm? Not a great idea. I knew something was wrong when I found myself still up at 10:00 pm, mopping the floor after a full 9 hour-manual-labor-in-the-sun workday. I mean, I love a clean floor, but mopping is for weekends.  I did manage to get to sleep about 10:45. Until 4 am. I’m up, everyone else is asleep. The house is clean and laundry is folded and I just put a fucking Quiche in the oven for god’s sake. And I need to leave for work in an hour and a half.

Superhuman energy aside, I tossed and turned all night and I’m fairly certain I’ll be feeling the brunt of this later today. So, alright, lesson learned. No massive caffiene infusions after 3pm. Unless its an emergency. Or I just really need to wash windows at 2:30 am. Can we say C. R. A. C. K. H. E. A. D?!