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                        Better living through chemistry
                                        
I am a chemical and sleeping wreck right now.

Friday night (like around 11:30 pm or there abouts) my friend Greg calls.
He's still at work but he wants to know if I want to head on over for a night
of Quake. Sure. I head on over there.

So it's Greg, Marty and myself. 7:30 am Saturday we leave Greg's office and
head to Denny's for breakfast. I'm in bed by 10 am. So therefore my sleeping
schedule has been shot to hell and back.

I get up in time to meet some friends for dinner, then I get with some other
friends later in the evening and I manage to get to bed around 6:00 am
Sunday.

I barely manage to get up for the weekly Sunday gaming session and to help
stay away, I drink a bottle of Bawls Soda. [1] So now I'm doped up on
caffeine. The Coke, Pepsi, iced tea, Oreo Double Stuffs, Tootsie rolls and
other assorted junk food at the gaming session didn't help either.

By 5:00 pm I'm buzzing.

By 9:00 pm I can feel the crash coming on.

At “dinner” (at a local IHOP) I had toast and lots of water.

By 2:00 am Monday I've crashed.

Which is good, since I have a 1:00 pm meeting with a client.

Which I barely make.

The alarm clock goes off and I'm just dead. It takes me nearly an hour to get
somewhat functional and off to the client's office.

By 4:00 pm (I'm home by now) I crash again. For three and a half hours.

I get up, still sluggish and get dinner with my roomate, Rob. [2] I feel
wierd. I want to sleep, yet my body feels like it could run a couple of
marathons and still compete in the Iron Man Triathalon. I'm still buzzing.
And tired.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

[1] http://www.bawls.com/
[2] http://www.tragic-smurfs.com/

Email Sean Conner at sean@conman.org

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