Tired? Try Red Bull!

Let me begin by wishing everyone a very merry Friday the 13th. I used to especially love Friday the 13th when my sister and I were both living at home because we would stay up all night and watch the marathon on USA of all the accounts of Jason Voorhees (yes, I went to the official website just to check the spelling). I loved how predicatable the movies were. Whether it was teenagers having sex in a log cabin, a tent in the middle of nowhere, or just on the edge of Crystal Lake, Jason was always there with machete in hand ready to carve them to pieces!

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But anyway, that's not the point of today's story. I was so tired all day today. I think sleep deprivation is finally catching up with me. I only got 5 hours of sleep last night, which for me "no work," as Aunt Voula would say on My Big Fat Greek Wedding. So today I was at Safeway purchasing my soy cheese pizza, when I found myself unable to even keep my eyes open. So in the line, that's when I saw the Red Bull glistening from within the refrigerated impulse-buy section. I couldn't resist...they even had one without sugar! So I placed it in my basket, made my purhase, and guzzled that little treat like I had just spent two weeks in the Sahara. By the time I got to my apartment, I was feeling like Jack on Will and Grace when he was dating the guy from the coffee shop and he got all the free coffee he wanted. I was buzzing like a bee! I was perky, I was vibrant, I was alive. I think if this whole lack of sleep persists, I may have to set aside a place in my budget for a weekly supply of Red Bull. If you have never tried it, I strongly encourage it.

That's all for now. Again, happy 13th. Stay away from the weirdos...unless you live in San Francisco and just can't avoid them. Ciao.