So I've been working some freelance at night lately, got me up super late... couple that with my 8 hour day job and you get le fatigue, and the other day... boy let me tell you ... I was in pretty rough shape. So, what was my bandaid solution? To imbibe as much caffeine as humanly possible? Yes... er-- well... given the circumstances, of course. Now mind you, I've come a long way since my days of double-fisting a rockstar and a coffee... with a red bull chaser... we don't want to relive those days... so for something with the same kick and no panic attack... I plodded down to the local starbucks and ordered a grande, quad-shot cinnamon cinniamon dolce latte, I guess I should have thought about that before I drank it, maybe about oh, I dunno 10 minutes of all that controlled substance coursing through my bloodstream, my heart began heaving and throbbing within my viscera... the fucker wanted out! and while I bathed in a sweat not unlike being in the shower when the toilet in the floor above you gets flushed and scalding and icy water become betwixt and between... my cube-mate and I discussed what it would be like should my heart actually defenestrate itself from my thoracic cavity... luckily my caffeinated heart attack subsided soon enough to allow me to bring that story to the wacom... eventually I'll paint this one too...