Merr.
You know what's unfair? In fourth grade, I went through this phase thingy where I'd steal my mom's ginseng mints and I'd take them to school with me. I was up to 6 mints a day before she figured me out. These things were like ginseng tablets with a hint of sugar, so you can imagine what they did for me. Anyway, I'd pop those babies like candy, which, in my mind, they were. I think that's why I'm addicted to mints now, of any kind. Still looking for that little upper.
Fourth grade Sarah ruined my possible future as a pill popper though, because even after two packs of sugary mints and an entire "Lo-carb MONSTER Energy drink" and Coke, I am dead on my feet. It's like I hit the low, but there wasn't even a high to make it worthwhile! I had the opportunity to get my hands on some low-grade pain killers this morning too, but I passed. I behaved.
What's odd is that I've never wanted to use medicines before. Since my tolerance to Tylenol was upped, I've given up on anything. But come on. My natural ADHD can do better than this drink. Fucking false advertising, I tell you. The point is, I woke up as tired as I had been the night before, and I've been trying to wake up since, and NOTHING IS WORKING. I've tried showering, I've tried sugar, I went for a walk, and now I'm popping mints and downing taurine and ginseng and caffine.
Blargh, I feel like a drug addict.
Sarah