note: this is not for the squeamish or faint of stomach.
ok, so you know, you hit that afternoon lull, you settle into that trough, that rut, around 3 or so, earlier if lunch was big. and your thoughts are sluggish and fuzzy, and you have to snap out of it. here’s what you do:
take a can of that aerosol ‘cheese’ (i told you this is not for the squeamish). must be a new can, preferably that has been sitting in your boss’s snack drawer for a matter of weeks, long enough for the contents to settle. with me so far? ok, turn the can over and squeeze some cheese out on your finger (crackers? what are you, a big wussie?). and… POP! air pocket, loud like a bullet. wakes you right up. whoo-hoo! if you have a well-settled can, there should be lots of nice air bubbles, at random intervals. so the audible cheeze-pops wake you up, and the fear of the cheese keeps you alert. what is in this stuff? it’s not cheese. nothing is that color.
this is what i call, livin’ on the edge.