When zombies crave coffee instead of brains

I thought that people were supposed to lose sleep Christmas Eve, not Christmas night! I pulled an unenthusiastic all nighter- unenthusiastic, meaning, all nighters aren't as fun as I remember them to be. It brings me back to what it was like during exams on campus. I'm just not build for shit like this anymore. It must have been a combination of the Acai berry supplements I popped last night and all of the anticipation for Mike to get here. I also worked out, and I think that's bad.

Never before have I been so desperate for coffee. I used to scoff at my parents in the mornings as they dragged their feet across the floor lethargically, destination always the same. The coffee machine was like a glowing beckon to them, leading them home. "Haha! You zombies can drink your coffee and stand around like the living dead. Be jealous of me, for I have my youth!"

My youth doesn't come in handy anymore. Now I'm the zombie, which sucks because I always imagined myself to be the kick-ass survivor who never needed to use the adrenaline shots in L4D2 because I didn't need help being awesome. Now I find myself dragging my feet in the same manner as the folks, grunting in response to anyone talking in my direction, groaning the word "coffee" in repetitions until my thirst has been quenched.

I used to be able to shot gun an energy drink and be cool. It used to be exciting doing shit like that. I am 20-years-old. I'm supposed to be able to do shit like stay up all night without consequence! What the Hell!