The beginning of my junior year of college, I had a bit of a room mate issue. She and I did not mesh well, resulting in some not so savory words said on my part. Well, just before I was to switch rooms, I spent the night in the band room. This was for two reasons: I thought I should leave for my own safety, and I had a hefty assignment due the next day.
So, save for maybe two hours, I didn't get any sleep. Needless to say, I was exhausted when it came time to go to school. I got up early enough that I could go get some coffee from a local cafe. Here is what I got: four shots of esspresso mixed with an equal amount of chai. I gulped this down until only half remained and made my way back to campus.
As I got there, I saw Eric, my boyfriend at the time, now husband, about to get on a bus for some art trip. I let him have a swig of my drink, but he finished it off and gave me enough cash to get a new one. So back to the cafe I went, got another drink, and went to class. This all happened within fifteen minutes.
So, there I am in class, the one I had homework due in, no less, jittering in my seat from the large dose of caffien I just had. I start to calm myself down when my desk starts to shake. Then the walls, the floor.
Oh my god, I thought, I'm hallucinating on caffien!
The girl sitting next to me turns and says, "Dude, are you feeling this earthquake?!"
I let out a breath, put a hand to my heart and exclaim, "Oh, thank god! I'm not the only one!"
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