Slacker! I stayed awake without coffee. The only caffeine I got was from a single bottle of Coca-cola.
My eyes were bloodshot and my lumbar constantly reminded me I needed a different chair. My deodorant quit working after sunset, thereby allowing a slow sweat to seep into everything I wore and every person's olfactory within five feet. I was a sight for sore eyes...the eyes being my own looking into a mirror. I must have advanced my Carpal Tunnel development at least a decade.
I've finished my 21-hour training to host the next Jerry Lewis MDA telethon.