Have you ever had one of those days when it seems that you've overdosed on coffee or soda and you're so wired that you likely won't sleep well for at least a month? Yeah, most of us have. The house hunk was home off and on this last week and when he's home he makes a pot of coffee everyday. And I drink it. And eventually, I'll crash.
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.