Wha…? You knew I was referring to caffeine, right?
Because if you followed any of the links that put out with this current post title, you probably rate at least “somewhat dorky” on the geek-o-meter, which means I am now in good company. 😛
What I am not, regrettably, is in any control when it comes to my caffeine assumption. It’s a state I’m heartily sick of.
I’m tired of planning my driving routes around Tim Horton’s locations. I’m sick of wondering if my headache/crankiness/witch status is the result of stress or personality flaws — in which case I’m pretty much doomed — or whether it merely has its basis in chemical withdrawal. And lastly, I’m just fed up of being permanently disappointed in myself. Can any of you relate?
You see, I know better, Dear Reader. I have quit caffeine before, several times. In fact it was only a few months ago that I was pure as the driven snow, at least when it came to stimulant intake.
I was proud. I had Great Plans to serve as a healthy role model for my children and to avoid the heart palpitations that otherwise plague me.
But you know how it goes: first there’s the one cup of coffee at the take-out for safety reasons, just to get through a long drive. Then it’s a single can of Diet Dr. Pepper for a special treat…
Anyway, this isn’t helping. I’m babbling (more than usual) and only making this even harder than it has to be. I mean it’s not like I’m going to Afghanistan or anything!
So, if I may, a plea for leniency: If I should lose my mind and actually post something in the next 48 hours, and if you’re getting tweets or status updates that say things like “bhslurph”, just look the other way. Really.
See you on the other side of my migraine.