Damn you, Red Bull

As I sit here, unable to sleep, a scant 6 hours away from the start of my first day on my job, I can't help but think that the Red Bull I had with dinner today is working. Maybe a little too well. Yesterday I went to bed at 5 in the morning. Today is looking to be a repeat performance. The gods of chronic sleep deprivation will be pleased.

Sometimes I wonder if that's the way its going to be a few years from now. If we'll spend the rest of our lives, dosing ourselves with drugs and performance enhancers to keep up with the frenetically accelerating pace of society. I mean, take caffeine for instance. Use is so widespread that it's actually become something of sub-culture where people brag to each other about how much they've taken in one sitting. People dose themselves with caffeine every morning, just to avoid dramatically punching the nearest co-worker in the face for existing just a little too loudly.

It's strange thinking that our culture, something that WE as a collective whole of PEOPLE consciously developed and adopted, demands performance outside of the bounds of comfortable natural function. Was it our fault? Was it the large, amorphous blog of capitalism at work? Is it really even a bad thing? I guess I won't know till tomorrow morning...when the cycle repeats :)

I'm out.
-R