Y3 D90

The normal human body is not meant to snort that much pure caffeine and live. Thank god I am not normal nor human. Seriously. I found a new fucking high. And it's 100% legal. Last night at 8pm, I snorted 2 grams of pure fucking caffeine. It's good to have friends who work in labs and have access to shit. My god what a fucking rush. Hell it's just a little over 12 hours later and my heart is still racing. Of course the two rockstars I have also had in the same 12 hours isn't doing me any favors. But jesus fucking christ -- the minute that shit hit my system it was like a heart attack, orgasm, and brain aneurysm all at once. My head was just like POW. The booze from earlier floated away. I was instantly sober, awake, and ready to hit the club. Which I did. And now we back up...

Went to work in the morning all ready to resign first thing. Of course my boss sends an email saying he won't be in until noon. Yep. Nice. Sigh. I sat here going bonkers until he showed up around noon. I tried to get in to see him only to be side stepped for a meeting. Dammit. Around 12:45 I finally got in to talk to him. I told the truth. It wasn't the people or the company but the product. He understood. He did ask if there was anything he could do and I told him frankly short of changing the product completely overnight, no. We are going to work through a transition plan this week on my current stuff and I handed off the project he had given me last Friday.

(my phone has been ringing off the hook this morning which is why it is taking me forever to type this...)

Damn. I don't know how news travels so fast but one of my old clients just called me. He heard I was coming back and wants me out at his casino the first week of September. Deja vu all over again...

Okay back to yesterday... After work I met with my now bosses and inked the deal. I am obligated to doing 1 million in revenue for 2012 in order to hit my percentage goals. I told them I want free reign of industries and will be going after gaming and porn. They were like well it is you and if you hit the numbers, do it. Fine done. See above.

After leaving them about 10 of us headed up to the club. Before we left I snorted the caffeine and BAM was sober and ready to go. TGF was with me of course. We partied until about 1 and came back home and went at it like rabbits from hell. Well I was going 900 miles an hour. She was trying to keep up. I know I made her happy. We passed out somewhere around 3 and I was up at 6. On the train at 6:30 and here we are.

Let's see what fun this day brings...