From something written during a fit of insomnia a few months ago:
12.33pm: i've discovered a one litre bottle of moxie brand soda in my refrigerator. this may be my only salvation. moxie is the most aptly named soda in the history of marketing. if all sodas followed moxie's example, sprite would be made of ground up pixies and all of the world's nobility would be on the run from the makers of rc cola. in boy scouts there is a fine period of humiliation where a naive youngster who has not yet learned to distrust his fellow man is made to drink a noxious mixture dubbed "indian bravery serum." if he doesn't make a face, he is a true indian brave and the spirit of the warrior is strong within him and darth vader is his father and so forth. moxie could very well be the bottled, carbonized indian bravery serum. moxie has been known to cause the growth of chest hair on all the laboratory rats that went bald from having their blood replaced with saccharine (according to webster's revised unabridged dictionary, a white or yellowish crystalline substance, C6H4.(SO2.CO).NH, produced artificially by the oxidation of a sulphamic derivative of toluene is called sulphinide. it is the sweetest substance known, having over two hundred times the sweetening power of sugar, and is known in commerce under the name of saccharine. it has acid properties and forms salts (which are inaccurately called saccharinates). it also has been known to cause cancer in laboratory rats. everything causes cancer. life is the number one cause of death.). moxie is the active ingredient in propecia. moxie knows where you live. moxie was makin' love to your old lady while you were out makin' love. moxie is the little death that brings total oblivion. moxie is the way. moxie is the light. moxie contains sodium benzoate. moxie has eyes in the back of its head. moxie is in the eyes of the beholder. moxie has been around since 1884 and don't take no guff from no one. moxie doesn't expect you to talk; moxie expects you to die.
moxie is also highly caffienated.
i think i might be saved.
bottoms up. down the hatch. hallelujah.
2.04pm: it's like a syringe full of adrenalin stabbed right through my chest and into my heart. i finally have the freedom to emerge from my zombie state, but for a limited time. five, ten minutes at the most per sip. i've found a powerpuff girls tape. this will keep me occupied for another two hours or so. after that, it's anybody's guess.