on demand
Gentle readers: I have had a request for a post about hydration. Specifically, about the latest in a series of attempts by friends, colleagues, and other well-meaning individuals to have me increase my daily water intake.
I'll admit they're not looking for much this time: they simply want me to go from a level near zero to something very slightly above that. But I don't really want to and I can't see the point and the incentives are completely misaligned here, because it's been suggested that I will "feel better" but how the hell am I supposed to know if I'm feeling better when I am so goddam grumpy from lack of caffeine?
See, your stomach only holds so much liquid at any one time, and that is space that I NEED to fill with COFFEE and now it is full of WATER instead. I have a withdrawal headache and I feel groggy and I am REALLY disgruntled, because ultimately I'm sure that they will be right and I will be wrong, and also that they care far less about the whole thing than I do, so why am I doing this, exactly, if all I get at the end of the day is the minor satisfaction of having risen to a pointless challenge and knuckle skin that doesn't ridge when squeezed?
I don't know. But I suspect that if I had more coffee, I could probably figure it out.
I'll admit they're not looking for much this time: they simply want me to go from a level near zero to something very slightly above that. But I don't really want to and I can't see the point and the incentives are completely misaligned here, because it's been suggested that I will "feel better" but how the hell am I supposed to know if I'm feeling better when I am so goddam grumpy from lack of caffeine?
See, your stomach only holds so much liquid at any one time, and that is space that I NEED to fill with COFFEE and now it is full of WATER instead. I have a withdrawal headache and I feel groggy and I am REALLY disgruntled, because ultimately I'm sure that they will be right and I will be wrong, and also that they care far less about the whole thing than I do, so why am I doing this, exactly, if all I get at the end of the day is the minor satisfaction of having risen to a pointless challenge and knuckle skin that doesn't ridge when squeezed?
I don't know. But I suspect that if I had more coffee, I could probably figure it out.