fleeting passions

Aside from caffeine, a good book can be counted on to keep me awake for hours. If mixed, the combination of the two is even more effective, guaranteed to make me ignore slumberland, even if it marches up to me, steps on all my toes, kicks me in the shins, and pokes me in the eyes. There are times, though, when neither, or even the two combined, won’t work. When I’ve gone on for days with only what little sleep I allow myself, no amount of caffeine and no book, however exciting, can keep me from falling on my face. Right now, though, I’m inhaling my second mug (a combination of Nescafe 3n1 coffee mix and Milo that I’ve come to favor lately) for the day, and I couldn’t be happier. And, oh, David Pack’s I Just Can’t Let Go doubles the effect of coffee and energy drink on my system. I just love the way he sang the song. Heh, I’ve gone off on a tangent, I know, but I have this need to insert somewhere in this paragraph that I now absolutely love David Pack. Yeah, yeah, he’s almost as old as my father, but who cares? He’s got great voice, and I have this special weakness for guys with great voice.