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For the last week, I've just been muddling through until my next cup of coffee. It's a bit of a change, since I've managed to cut down on caffeine fairly successfully over the last year as I've tried to normalize my sleeping schedule (couldn't handle going to sleep at 3 a.m. and waking up at 7 a.m. any more). I've only had one thermos in the morning, and, with few exceptions, no caffeine after lunch.
It's stress. When I'm stressed, I want to crash. When I can't crash, I drink as much coffee as I can so I don't fall asleep behind the wheel (literally).
Last night, I finished writing a 50-inch centerpiece story for work by 11 and just wanted to go to sleep. But as soon as we turned off the light, my eyes were wide open. I kept fixating on everything I need to do -- for work, for the future -- and I just felt overwhelmed. I kept wishing for some whiskey to put me to bed...
I'm at work now. Two days of work were lost last week - one for family reasons and the other because no one works on the Friday before July 4. Things are hectic as I catch up on things before deadline next Wednesday...
It's stress. When I'm stressed, I want to crash. When I can't crash, I drink as much coffee as I can so I don't fall asleep behind the wheel (literally).
Last night, I finished writing a 50-inch centerpiece story for work by 11 and just wanted to go to sleep. But as soon as we turned off the light, my eyes were wide open. I kept fixating on everything I need to do -- for work, for the future -- and I just felt overwhelmed. I kept wishing for some whiskey to put me to bed...
I'm at work now. Two days of work were lost last week - one for family reasons and the other because no one works on the Friday before July 4. Things are hectic as I catch up on things before deadline next Wednesday...