Finished essay, anyone fancy pub tonite?
As I dotted the final punctuation mark on my blasted essay last night, I was overcome with a Brosh-esque wave of rebellion. However, my INTERNET FOREVER campaign was cut short after about an hour as I lay asleep on the couch, ensconced in the dulcet drawl of Neil Oliver retelling Scottish history.
I’ve had a whole bottle – yes, a WHOLE 330ml BOTTLE – of Boca Lupo, which was, in hindsight, a dumb idea as I’ve spent the last 2 months cutting down on stimulants and my tolerance is shot. What most of my friends can drink 2 or 3 of in a day has now left me exhausted and buzzing. I thought a caffeinated/guaranated beverage would give me the minerals to get stuck into my next assignment, but it’s only increased my lust for protest against getting work done.
I made the bed, though. :)