I've been in sort of a funk these past few weeks. Not exactly sure why I've been like this for so long, but I have been. Perhaps its the anvil of incrementing my age,
not having written much lately, working so damn hard and still having so much I need/want to do and not getting out enough is piling up in my head.
Yesterday, I hit rock bottom when something became completely clear to me.
My name is Tim and I… am addicted to caffeine.
The night before I hurriedly picked up a pound of Starbucks because we had run out at the homestead. The next morning my wife made said coffee. All morning and most of the afternoon, the two of us struggled to function, passing out at our keyboards, taking a few unintentional naps and wondering if we were dying. Final it all became clear. Hey Tim, do you know this stuff you bought was decaf?
We promptly ran out and bought to pounds of the strongest roasts Starbucks had to offer with two Venti coffees as emergency IVs. We're feeling much better this morning, but I'm still buried in work and sure that I've made some real bone headed mistakes. Perhaps getting more of these projects completed and off my desk may make me feel better. sigh. Back to work, soon, but not just yet.
<p>I've been in sort of a funk these past few weeks. Not exactly sure why I've been like this for so long, but I have been. Perhaps its the anvil of <q>incrementing my age,</q> not having written much lately, working so damn hard and still having so much I need/want to do and not getting out enough is piling up in my head. </p>
<p>Yesterday, I hit rock bottom when something became completely clear to me. </p>
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<p>My name is Tim and I… am addicted to caffeine. </p>
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<p>The night before I hurriedly picked up a pound of Starbucks because we had run out at the homestead. The next morning my wife made said coffee. All morning and most of the afternoon, the two of us struggled to function, passing out at our keyboards, taking a few unintentional naps and wondering if we were dying. Final it all became clear. <q>Hey Tim, do you know this stuff you bought was decaf?</q> </p>
<p>We promptly ran out and bought to pounds of the strongest roasts Starbucks had to offer with two Venti coffees as emergency IVs. We're feeling much better this morning, but I'm still buried in work and sure that I've made some real bone headed mistakes. Perhaps getting more of these projects completed and off my desk may make me feel better. sigh. Back to work, soon, but not just yet.</p>
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