Indefatigable

I don't think I can stand the taste of energy drinks.

Before I started college, I worked overnights at the post office in Quincy. I had a lot of trouble adjusting to the schedule, even falling asleep in my car for an hour after I arrived a few minutes early. It was around the same time that Red Bull had entered into the American snack mainstream. Mountain Dew had their own version. Rockstar had just come out. I tried a lot of different nasty fruit juices to help me sort packages into the small hours.

They all taste like chemicals. It's what I imagine mad scientists in the movies taste when they are swigging a potion and grimacing. The mixture sits in your guts, corroding away your stomach lining as if to enter your bloodstream by any means necessary. It's never a pleasant experience.

However, people love to drink these things even when they don't need to pull an "all-nighter" (like the kids are saying these days). It's almost becoming a replacement for coffee. Kids are drinking it to get through their day.

Maybe if all the good shows on TV didn't air so late, we could get to sleep at a reasonable hour.