Substance Abuse and Sine Waves

Yesterday I drank a Red Bull. It was incredible, although it tasted nasty. I had more energy than I've had since I was in shape/ not abusing Tylenol PM/ not a medical student. I think I drew some attention at the Howe, manically preparing last-minute-study-aids, tossing loose leaf this way and that. I didn't care. I was on fire.

Here's the problem with Red Bull: It's eight o'clock in the morning, and I've been awake for the past five hours. Since I woke up I've studied a bit, made some breakfast, made some coffee, hit Facebook, done the dishes, downloaded the new Lily Allen CD, and read all of the interesting articles in this month's Vanity Fair. (There were 2: one about Madoff, one about pirates.)

If I'm going to make it through this day, I'm going to need another Red Bull.

In other news, Ten got mad at me last night. We were doing a crossword puzzle over the phone (sort of a nightly occurrence for us) and we had this exchange:

EFC: Okay, try this one. Blank wave.
Ten: Blank wave?
EFC: Yes, like tidal wave or green wave, but it's four letters. Oop, wait, I just figured it out. You're not going to be able to get this one.
Ten: What?
EFC: It's sine wave. You know. Sine. Like a math thing.
Ten: Wait, why did you say I wouldn't be able to get that? Were you serious? I'm totally insulted.
EFC: Bu-
Ten: Do you think I didn't go to high school? I know what a sine wave is.
EFC: Oh no! I wasn't trying to be insulting, Ten. I just didn't think you'd gotten that far in math.
Ten:
EFC: I guess that didn't really make it better, did it?