Caffeine-jacked

For some reason, I'm hyper-sensitive to caffeine. If I have a caffeinated beverage, and am subsequently put in a social situation, inevitably, I'll start talking incessantly. Today, I noted that it's almost as if I'm drunk - only in the sense that I laugh more and talk louder.

I work Thursday nights, and instead of my usual bleary-eyed, silent self, because of a mid-afternoon double latte, I was rather talkative with my fellow worker, Jordan. He's a very nice person, and very interesting to talk to, incidentally. Had I ever been more awake on a Thursday night, or more social, I may have discovered that prior to the mid-point in the semester.

Jordan is into preservation of library materials and works in the rare books library here on campus - the Lilly. As we spoke about a mocumentary that my family made this past Christmas and how during the taping process onto regular VHS tapes sound and visual quality were completely lost - in the middle of all of that, Jordan blurts out:

"I hate magnetic tape. I feel very passionately about this. I hate the magnetic medium as a whole."

I'd never met someone so passionate in their detesting of tapes and any and all other magnetic storage devices.