My First: Energy Drink

Last night at 10 pm, I sat in the library computer lab with head and eyelids drooping into sleep. With a high majority of an essay to write, I was in a bad state. This will never do, I realized. Reenforcement is required. Reenforcement came in the form of a Rockstar Roasted Coffee & Energy drink, with an infusion of caffeine, guarana, ginseng, taurine, and an exciting assortment of B-vitamins.

I returned to the computer and noted after a few sips that I was at least awake. Good start. I drank about a quarter of the 15-oz can, and returned to my dorm at midnight. With much more work to do (I'm a hideously slow writer), I questioned the Rockstar's ability to get me through the night, and I desired extreme power.

"Claire, how much energy drink do you need until you start shaking?" I wanted to type- and think- much faster.

"Um, usually two cans," she replied.

I could see my fault in not purchasing more. But I went to the lounge to do the work, armed with my books and 3/4 can of liquid speed.

Now, I can't say that I wrote any faster than usual, sipping the coffee. Still, I didn't fall asleep on my keyboard, either. The paper was completed in the early morning, so I decided to take a nap while the housekeeper cleaned the showers.

It was 6 am, and I still didn't fall asleep. Okay, that was fine. I had energy enough- I went back to the lounge and did sit-ups for awhile. Seriously. I considered going to the gym, already being dressed in sweats.

I took the shower and was dressed by 8 am. There was now the choice of whether to go to the art studio, edit my essay some more, or catch up on reading assignments. With ceramics in mind, I attacked my body with coats and scarves, and sat down to get my books-

and then I considered going to sleep right where I sat fully dressed at the desk in my dorm. I removed the scarf and the jackets, and crawled up to bed, where I slept for an hour and woke up just in time to go to work, as always.