snakemeister
Shared on Thu, 07/27/2006 - 05:34Feeling twitchy today. I've taken too many Pro Plus - a kind of caffeine/energy tablet - and my hands are trembling constantly now. I should be glad I don't have to paint for a living.
I am at work just now, and there are things that I should be doing. Indeed, things I should be working on, but my thoughts refuse to settle. One of my co-workers is out and about, possibly working on a task we should be doing together. I have a rough idea of where he is onsite, but I just can't bring myself to go find him.
The caffeine currently thundering through my system, and I do mean thundering - if I sit still and listen, I'm sure I can hear the sound of a thousand tiny caffeine-powered hooves rampaging along my veins and through my endocrine system - has skewed my decision making processes, thrown my balance out of whack, and left me feeling as if I am floating gently above my seat. I have missed this feeling more than I realised.
A fe short years ago, I was a ravening caffeine addict. Declarations of this kind are common amongst the IT workplace and the gaming circle, and most are little more than a habit, something that goes hand in hand with the job or hobby. My addicition was truly that. I suckled on coffee the way an infant will suckle at his mother's breast. I swallowed the afore-mentioned Pro Plus with coffee regularly during the day, wildly exceeding the recommended dose. I had to have a coffee immediately before I went to sleep at night. I woke in the mornings with a pouding headache that I told myself was due to my lumpy matress and cheap pillows.
I lived my life at a bizarre fever-pitch of activity, the hours at work blurring one into another with a delightful bizzing noise, probably the sound of the synapses in my brain burning out, one after another.
I don't know how many of you have seen, or even heard of, the movie Trainspotting. There was a poster produced for the film that displayed the "Relinquishing Heroin" monologue. I picked a copy of said poster up, crossed out "Heroin" where it appeared in the text, and scribbled "Caffeine" in its place. I was delighted with what I thought was a firghtfully clever piece of post-modernist humour. I would sit, read and re-read it time and again, buzzing gently while I wondered if it was worth my while crushing up some Pro Plus and dissolving it in Coke.
Eventually, I had to do something. I was sleeping 3 hours a night if I was lucky, and my work was suffering badly. I was pulling sick days with a frightening regularity, and had been warned more than once about it by my manager. Of course, caffeine is not a particularly dangerous drug, nor is it particularly addictive. Giving it up wasn't too difficult fortunately.
A while after that, I discovered Ecstasy. But that's another story.
I am at work just now, and there are things that I should be doing. Indeed, things I should be working on, but my thoughts refuse to settle. One of my co-workers is out and about, possibly working on a task we should be doing together. I have a rough idea of where he is onsite, but I just can't bring myself to go find him.
The caffeine currently thundering through my system, and I do mean thundering - if I sit still and listen, I'm sure I can hear the sound of a thousand tiny caffeine-powered hooves rampaging along my veins and through my endocrine system - has skewed my decision making processes, thrown my balance out of whack, and left me feeling as if I am floating gently above my seat. I have missed this feeling more than I realised.
A fe short years ago, I was a ravening caffeine addict. Declarations of this kind are common amongst the IT workplace and the gaming circle, and most are little more than a habit, something that goes hand in hand with the job or hobby. My addicition was truly that. I suckled on coffee the way an infant will suckle at his mother's breast. I swallowed the afore-mentioned Pro Plus with coffee regularly during the day, wildly exceeding the recommended dose. I had to have a coffee immediately before I went to sleep at night. I woke in the mornings with a pouding headache that I told myself was due to my lumpy matress and cheap pillows.
I lived my life at a bizarre fever-pitch of activity, the hours at work blurring one into another with a delightful bizzing noise, probably the sound of the synapses in my brain burning out, one after another.
I don't know how many of you have seen, or even heard of, the movie Trainspotting. There was a poster produced for the film that displayed the "Relinquishing Heroin" monologue. I picked a copy of said poster up, crossed out "Heroin" where it appeared in the text, and scribbled "Caffeine" in its place. I was delighted with what I thought was a firghtfully clever piece of post-modernist humour. I would sit, read and re-read it time and again, buzzing gently while I wondered if it was worth my while crushing up some Pro Plus and dissolving it in Coke.
Eventually, I had to do something. I was sleeping 3 hours a night if I was lucky, and my work was suffering badly. I was pulling sick days with a frightening regularity, and had been warned more than once about it by my manager. Of course, caffeine is not a particularly dangerous drug, nor is it particularly addictive. Giving it up wasn't too difficult fortunately.
A while after that, I discovered Ecstasy. But that's another story.
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