Humotropy

What have I done?

I took the I-man to see Ironman last night.  This is an amazing movie.  This is also not a review post, so I’ll move on post haste.  In the car ride home, we started to talk about, well, stuff.  Conversations with I-man can meander all over the place, the 12-year-old mind being full of ideas as it is.

Anyway, the topic of addiction came up.  Yeah, like I said, conversation meander and I wouldn’t be able to trace the evolution of this topic even if you paid me.  I-man tells me that I must be addicted to caffene since I drink coffee every day.  Little Narc.  I tell him no way.  At which point, I fall victim to the oldest of 12-year-old scams in the long history of 12-year-old scams: The Dare.

Here’s the dare:  I go without caffene for one solid week (Midnight to midnight, Saturday to Saturday).  I can have green tea.  I-man says I can have chocolate - presumably because he is a compassionate young man and feels that asking anyone to go a week without candy would be tantamount to juvenile waterboarding.  I’m at the end of the first day.  We’ll see if I go crazy as I-man predicts.