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Five hour energy drink is one hell of a drug. Two of them in twenty minutes and I was full out stimming (on the phone: "what's that noise in the background?" "ohsorrythat'smehittingmyglassesrepeatedly") and grousing at people to talk faster. Sleeping was fun, and largely consisted of several hundred five minute naps, which connected to make one confusing and epic half-dream of being some complicated swami figure in an ill-defined landscape. I remember I was part of some swami class, defined by some dream logic action of non-movement and passivity. Also, my stomach hurt a lot. I managed 18,911% of my daily Vitamin B-12 requirement, though.