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HOLYSHITCHRISTJESUS. HELP.
I'm coming down from the worst espresso high I've ever had in my entire life. My heart is a thick dead lump of jitter. I have flustered myself into exhaustion, and my eyelids just can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm holding my breath and panting at the same time.
So I'm hoping that the teary weariness that's threatening to come upon me is just chemically induced. Otherwise I might be dealing with a lot more than I'm admitting to myself. Does it make sense to go through two weeks of determination only to have a wave of doubt slap onto you like a tsunami of sensitivity? Where did all this doubt come from? If it was sleeping in my psyche the macchiato woke it up and the latte smacked it. Now my dormant worries are gonna have a civil war. Maybe I'll try to get a decent rest tonight and ignore it. Then again, how can I sleep while I metabolize what's left of my pair of grandes?
I hate you, coffee.
I'm coming down from the worst espresso high I've ever had in my entire life. My heart is a thick dead lump of jitter. I have flustered myself into exhaustion, and my eyelids just can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm holding my breath and panting at the same time.
So I'm hoping that the teary weariness that's threatening to come upon me is just chemically induced. Otherwise I might be dealing with a lot more than I'm admitting to myself. Does it make sense to go through two weeks of determination only to have a wave of doubt slap onto you like a tsunami of sensitivity? Where did all this doubt come from? If it was sleeping in my psyche the macchiato woke it up and the latte smacked it. Now my dormant worries are gonna have a civil war. Maybe I'll try to get a decent rest tonight and ignore it. Then again, how can I sleep while I metabolize what's left of my pair of grandes?
I hate you, coffee.