I think I’m breaking a promise I made to myself a long time ago, but I’m not entirely sure if I did actually make a promise to myself or if I just think I might have made a deal with my own brain without actually telling myself so. That makes sense, and if you don’t understand SHUT UP THAT’S WHY.
Basically, I remember I have never been a fan of energy drinks. Even with my slating of the old ‘caffeine inhalator’ thing the other week, it still didn’t mean I was a drinker of the ol’ bull testicle powerthirsts of the world. Here’s a brief segue:
Anyway, I’ve recently found myself drinking energy drinks in more situations than just when they’re mixed with booze. Oh, I forgot to mention – I allow energy drinks when mixed with booze, because they combine booze and energy and that’ clearly great. It leads to me still being awake at 7.05am before suddenly, unexpectedly passing out on a floor until about 12pm.
This may or may not have happened. Either way, the times aren’t entirely accurate.
But now I’ve found myself having one here, one there – a freebie – oh! I’ve bought one now. I’m drinking it in the day. It’s a less subtle version of coffee. It has a stupid name. It smells like petrol. But I’m still drinking them.
I don’t want this to become a habit. I already get withdrawal symptoms when I don’t drink coffee for more than four hours. Meaning sleep is basically a lot of withdrawal symptoms while half-unconscious.
Anyway, back to my can of Monster.
*Broken hearts are because of the negative effects energy drinks have on your pumper**.
**Pumper means heart, not fart-box.