Hyperactive Oblivion

Last night was the second time I went to a great Blog Meetup Day. Unfortunately, I drank way too much caffeine and couldn't fall asleep later on. It was my own fault. Two double lattes (with various syrups added) over a couple of hours must have sent my blood/caffeine level soaring. I wasn't intentionally trying to give myself an espresso buzz, but I did.

Perhaps my tolerance level is dropping in my old age. I wonder if the guy at the bar would've cut me off if I had ordered a third one. "I'm sorry, son. I think you've had enough lattes for one night." Ok, probably not. I bet he would let me drink myself into hyperactive oblivion.

When I got home, I thought I'd use the energy to finish some reading, but my attention span was shot. I then thought about going to the twenty-four hour gym and running until I was exhausted. My imagination took hold and I pictured myself suddenly coming off the caffeine high just as I reached the gym. And really, who wants to see somebody snoring while draped over a treadmill?