The sleeper barely responded.
I finally drank the stuff, and noticed little response. "Oh shit," I said, or words to that effect.
"Whaaaat," Darkside said. He's used to my weird behavior by now, but it still amuses the hell out of him.
"It didn't wake me up," I said.
"Try sleeping, then," Darkside suggested grumpily. He resents having our morning time together taken away from by lack of sleep on my part.
"I bet I got more sleep than you did," I said.
He glared at me and bashed me over the head again with a textbook. His, this time. Heavier. Thicker. Of course I was right.
So I'm quitting caffeine cold turkey, except for chocolate, for the next two months or so. I am accustomed to having one can of Mountain Dew wire me severely, and this just is not a good thing. I am a recreational user of caffeine, a caffeine "tripper," someone who voluntarily takes massive doses of caffeine for the high it produces, usually for magickal or artistic insight or inspiration. If I can't get a cheap high off Dew, what am I to do?
I'll allow myself to have chocolate, in moderation. I've told all my friends that I am to have no Dew -- do not offer it to me, get on my case if you see me drinking it. I'm to stay off Dew until October 16th, which gives me a public reason to be waiting eagerly for that date.