Caffeine!
Well here I am, working hard on the train down to Sydney. A clean white textpad screen in front of me; a blank slate ready for me to ravage my mind upon. Unfortunately, I can't think of a single thing to write now. Typical.
I guess this just becomes the usual kind of boring event describing entry. There isn't really anything wrong with that, unless I intend to write something people would actually want to read of course.
I will say that I've learned something very important over the past few days. Caffeine. I have discovered Caffeine. Even as I write this I can feel the effects of ridiculous amount of tea I had with breakfast running like fire though the tiny blood vessels in my brain. I can sence it lubricating the pathways for thought, like the engine grease for the pumps in a sewerage plant. Why the hell didn't anyone tell me about this? Oh wait. Pretty much everyone did.
See, I've been doing it wrong. I thought it was meant to make you feel less tired. And, it doesn't really do that anyway, it just makes your mind too busy to remember it is tired. I never really felt those effects, since I've never had more than a few cup of tea or coffee at any time. I used to claim that I was immune to the effects of coffee, to the people that whirled around in the midst of their own caffeine high, winking and nodding to each other. The poor fool doesn't understand they think to themselves.
My fingers are vibrating with energy, as though each one is independently struggling to contain it's excitement. A nice lady next to me, asks me how I became so quick at typing - she has done a typing course and wants to know which one I did, because she is nowhere near as fast as I am. I say (words running into each other as i speak) that I've been using computers my whole life, and that all it takes is practice. It's a lie. I should have told her the secret. Caffeine.
Now at work, my mind is now working almost as fast as my hands can keep up. Every time my computer, which before used to feel so powerful, struggles under the constant barrage of keystrokes and mouse clicks I feel caffeine fueled rage start inside me. How dare it waste these precious milliseconds? I swallow another mouthful of the coffee flavoured sludge that my work generously provides. It tastes like luke warm mud. In my veins it runs like molten steel.
If, like me, you have been wasting in real time, unaware of the radiant brilliance of caffeine time, you truly need to experience this. It is probably the kind of thing that responsible people would tell you to avoid - as if somehow the rantings of an insane drug addict are bad advice. Some tips. Water can hold more tea than those miserly teabag manufacturers would have you believe. Try making a cup with two bags instead of one. Also, leave the bag in as you drink it. This ensure that as little of the precious chemical is lost to the rubbish bin. If you enjoy sleeping, make sure you dose up before dinner, otherwise your rampant mind will refuse to let you. I barely sleep as it is (Yes, even before I learned caffeine's secret), so this is a non issue for me.
I will have to leave it there, as I am bursting for the toilet. Till next time.
I guess this just becomes the usual kind of boring event describing entry. There isn't really anything wrong with that, unless I intend to write something people would actually want to read of course.
I will say that I've learned something very important over the past few days. Caffeine. I have discovered Caffeine. Even as I write this I can feel the effects of ridiculous amount of tea I had with breakfast running like fire though the tiny blood vessels in my brain. I can sence it lubricating the pathways for thought, like the engine grease for the pumps in a sewerage plant. Why the hell didn't anyone tell me about this? Oh wait. Pretty much everyone did.
See, I've been doing it wrong. I thought it was meant to make you feel less tired. And, it doesn't really do that anyway, it just makes your mind too busy to remember it is tired. I never really felt those effects, since I've never had more than a few cup of tea or coffee at any time. I used to claim that I was immune to the effects of coffee, to the people that whirled around in the midst of their own caffeine high, winking and nodding to each other. The poor fool doesn't understand they think to themselves.
My fingers are vibrating with energy, as though each one is independently struggling to contain it's excitement. A nice lady next to me, asks me how I became so quick at typing - she has done a typing course and wants to know which one I did, because she is nowhere near as fast as I am. I say (words running into each other as i speak) that I've been using computers my whole life, and that all it takes is practice. It's a lie. I should have told her the secret. Caffeine.
Now at work, my mind is now working almost as fast as my hands can keep up. Every time my computer, which before used to feel so powerful, struggles under the constant barrage of keystrokes and mouse clicks I feel caffeine fueled rage start inside me. How dare it waste these precious milliseconds? I swallow another mouthful of the coffee flavoured sludge that my work generously provides. It tastes like luke warm mud. In my veins it runs like molten steel.
If, like me, you have been wasting in real time, unaware of the radiant brilliance of caffeine time, you truly need to experience this. It is probably the kind of thing that responsible people would tell you to avoid - as if somehow the rantings of an insane drug addict are bad advice. Some tips. Water can hold more tea than those miserly teabag manufacturers would have you believe. Try making a cup with two bags instead of one. Also, leave the bag in as you drink it. This ensure that as little of the precious chemical is lost to the rubbish bin. If you enjoy sleeping, make sure you dose up before dinner, otherwise your rampant mind will refuse to let you. I barely sleep as it is (Yes, even before I learned caffeine's secret), so this is a non issue for me.
I will have to leave it there, as I am bursting for the toilet. Till next time.