
But until the crash, the mind whirls like a hamster on a wheel, endlessly running until the early hours of the morning. That wouldn't be so bad--if I slept until noon--or thereabouts. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen. Eight a.m. and I'm wide awake. Sort of. At least, too wide awake to sleep anymore. But not awake enough to really function unless I have a shot of caffeine. Or two. Or three.
And then we have a repeat of the day before.
So generally, I don't drink coffee except on the weekends, because otherwise, my eyes would look a lot like the cat's in the picture. Or as a Texas friend used to say... I would be like a tree full of owls.
anny
WHHOOOOOO WHOOOOOO. Now I'm off to find my damn tree.
ReplyDeleteI have three strong ups of coffee so far and contemplating a third
ReplyDeleteNO. Owls are mean and nasty--pure evil. Hawks are skittery. Now where's my caffiene?
ReplyDeleteI'm reading this as I'm sitting here sipping my coffee, lol. I need it to function, although I've been cutting it way back the last few weeks.
ReplyDeleteI stick to only 2 cups in the morning, and I've noticed I have a tendancy to stay up on Tuesday nights...maybe I ought to suggest decaf tea for my favorite ice cream shop??
ReplyDeleteI gave up coffee a few years ago. Chocolate is my drug of choice. *g*
ReplyDeleteTwo strong cups heavily creamed to a lovely tan. Mmmm.
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