I made a grave mistake yesterday.

First, let me tell you that I’m in San Diego again. Andy had four days of football watching, hockey (watching and playing), mini bowling, shooting pool and just general guys hanging out and being guys planned. And although that sounds like four ideal, perfect fun filled days, I thought I would be unselfish and let him partake and enjoy the testosterone all by his manly self. I opted to spend a few days in San Diego with Nova Bella and Celine talking about ponies, having pillow fights, painting our nails and talking about boys.

The grave mistake I made yesterday was drinking a Red Bull at two o’clock in the afternoon. I love Red Bull, and in return, Red Bull hates me. One small can makes me positively euphoric for an hour or so, then, as always, I get a stomach ache and don’t sleep until four in the morning. I drink a can every four months or so, just to “make sure”. Yesterday was no different.

This morning I feel surly, moody, “kicky” and unsatisfied. Screw you Red Bull. You are a mean, mean beverage and I am very mad at your fruity, sweet, radio active yellow siren song. Why can’t you be more like Coke (ca cola) or a satisfying cup of tea? You are cruel and heartless and I am bitter at a world that would allow your hold over me…bitter at a Darwinian world that could breed such injustice.

I am weak and cannot handle your power.