Because of Liam’s nursing strike, none of us got much sleep last night. Because I have a pile of work that must get done today, I asked Jeff to pick me up a small, black coffee this morning.
I don’t normally drink coffee – perhaps 1 cup every few months, when I feel I need it. So I don’t know if it was extra strong, or what, but I am flying now. I feel jumpy, buzzy, a little light-headed, even a little agro. And I have mixed feelings about this state. I like feeling all hyped up, but I don’t like the buzzy light-headedness. Nor do I like that I’m thinking so fast I keep mistyping, as I join the begining of one word with the end of a word that should come 5 or 6 words later.