Ah, caffeine ...

... is wonderful.


My version is usally carbonated, cola-colored and flavored with aspratame. I know aspartame is evil and I'll end up with a tumor in my head someday, but what's an insulin-impaired dude to do?


I only left my desk for a moment and my office mate, whom I affectionately call "bones" helped himself to my caffeine:

I don't mind him having a little (he can't take much in - no stomach), but he just wouldn't shut up for the next 2 hours! He kept on knocking stuff of my desk and singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" over and over.

He finally passed out on some of my bonsais:

Uncool, bones ... uncool.