As I have been doing since 1999, I'm eating them three at a time. This particular method of consumption cannot be called anything but "freebasing." Yet surprisingly enough, I am not bouncing off the walls nor dancing the hoola hoola while the cats stand around clapping in time and cheering me on. That rarely happens, as dear Abbie has such a poor sense of rhythm.
I am, however, experiencing a severe distortion of time. I thought it was "oh, around 11:30 or so" a few minutes ago. Ha! Ha! (The joke will definitely be on me, however, when I start to see the sun rise in about two and a half hours, which will seem to me like only 35 minutes. And then the inevitable crash will follow, but hey. I'm livin' the life without boundaries! Zang! Zoom! Exclamation marks!)
I do think, however, that I definitely need to put the tin away until tomorrow. But in the meantime, perhaps I'll code some insanely stupid Perl widget for no other reason than to burn off this excess Motivation.