A Hard Habit To Break

Stifling humidity plus rambunctious pets plus noisy neighbourhood kids plus frequently-urinating pregnant wife equals - not much quality REM sleep of late for yours truly. I know, I know, this is nothing compared to the 2+ months of sunken-eyed zombie living I have to look forward to come October (the due date). But it still sucks. And I know, I know, Terri is in FAR more discomfort than me. But this isn't her blogspace, and further, she would never complain about it - so I get to whine enough for both of us.

What I was getting at before I pre-emptively interrupted your inevitable interjection (lamest alliteration ever!) was that I am slowly starting to slip back into my old coffee habits. One a day, here and there, whenever my eyelids get too heavy. And since I don't have a steady flow of caffeine pumping through my veins like I did at this time last year, the effects are reeeally noticeable. For example, today I had my first Tim Hortons coffee in months, and I can actually feel my heart thudding in the front of my chest, my eyes and fingers twitch, and I am a ball of nervous energy. Also, on the positive side, I feel more awake and more productive. A few moments ago, I turned my head too quickly and swore I saw God. Obviously, I am taking advantage of this increase in alertness and productivity by posting a blog about my increase in alertness and productivity. So, scratch the productivity bit.

On the downside, coming down from this lofty coffee high is far more agonizing. The churning in my guts, the settling fog behind my eyes, the throbbing in my temples, the mood swings, the sharp decline in motivation and will to live - all are far more distinct, and I can see them all barrelling down on me. They (an article in National Geographic) claim that much of the effect of coffee is placebo - I call bullshit. Clearly NG know not the caffeinated crack that is Tim Hortons.