Random rambling
I was browsing myy files and am trying to figure out just WHEN did I write this piece of caffeinated ramble - I think it was not two days after I got the broadband in OCtober when I had a maor case of the caffeine hyperness.
it is rambly. it is bvague. It is disgusting at points. But dammn, I had fun at that time :D
Life is fragile.
And I feel sick.
Too much caffeine has made me feel like my chest is about to explode and that my veins are filled with racing currents of fire: I woke from a short nap after over 24 hours of being awake with my heart racing.
I want to throw up.
I wish I had something, anything that would make me feel a little better. But soda makes me want to throw up, the water id too flat ad the mere idea of foods makes my stomach roll.
Aww hell.
My heart is like a caged bird, beating against my ribs in a staccato rhythm that is worse than that of a crazed drummer.
I feel terrible.
I am ill; not because my body feels like it’s been drawn and quartered.
Or, I am ill because I will, ass soon as I am “okay” again, I will do this again.
I will gulp down soda and tea and coffee and sugar; I will take ten times the prescribed amount of caffeine pills, and once again I will have the wings to fly with.
Who needs Columbian pick-me-up, when the coke from the corner store can be made as potent?
Even if it makes your stomach roll and your nose bleed and your eyes dance like there are stars in your brain and your limbs are made of rubber.... or perhaps putty.
Who needs mind-altering drugs anyway, when altering your body with perfectly legal crap has the same effect? I am tingling, too large for my skin, and I feel like I am going to tear apart a t the seams… unless, of course, I throw up first.
it is rambly. it is bvague. It is disgusting at points. But dammn, I had fun at that time :D
Life is fragile.
And I feel sick.
Too much caffeine has made me feel like my chest is about to explode and that my veins are filled with racing currents of fire: I woke from a short nap after over 24 hours of being awake with my heart racing.
I want to throw up.
I wish I had something, anything that would make me feel a little better. But soda makes me want to throw up, the water id too flat ad the mere idea of foods makes my stomach roll.
Aww hell.
My heart is like a caged bird, beating against my ribs in a staccato rhythm that is worse than that of a crazed drummer.
I feel terrible.
I am ill; not because my body feels like it’s been drawn and quartered.
Or, I am ill because I will, ass soon as I am “okay” again, I will do this again.
I will gulp down soda and tea and coffee and sugar; I will take ten times the prescribed amount of caffeine pills, and once again I will have the wings to fly with.
Who needs Columbian pick-me-up, when the coke from the corner store can be made as potent?
Even if it makes your stomach roll and your nose bleed and your eyes dance like there are stars in your brain and your limbs are made of rubber.... or perhaps putty.
Who needs mind-altering drugs anyway, when altering your body with perfectly legal crap has the same effect? I am tingling, too large for my skin, and I feel like I am going to tear apart a t the seams… unless, of course, I throw up first.