I'm sorry, I don't pray that way.
I love coffee but coffee certainly doesn't love me.
If I drink too much (especially if I haven't eaten much) my stomach goes all bezerko super crampy on me.
And my heart can get very racy (thanks to mom I inherited tachycardia, meaning I was born with two pacemakers on my heart, really not a big deal, because one is always firing and the other naps constantly. But when overcafinated, both kick in and my heart starts going double time until I can calm down it down my lying down and breathing deep. Really it's not that huge of a deal and resolves itself quickly, but it's uncomfortable, unsettling, and makes me light-headed and pukey.)
So I'm usually pretty careful with coffee, usually only indulging in decaf and limiting that to one cup after meal.
I had slipped back into the habit of having coffee every morning at work, cause I love coffee and enjoy not feeling like a zombie. But the health ickiness makes it not worth it.
So since comming back from christmas break, I've not been drinking coffee in the morning, only indulging in one cup on Friday's as a little Friday treat. I might be revising that.
I've been sleepy each morning, but actually it's been nice not being cafinated. I've enjoyed my warm cups of herbal tea, which I can gulp down by the gallon with no ill effect (except for peeing all the time, but that's actually rather good for you).
But this morning. gah. My sis got into town late last night, and of course we got to chatting, until I noticed it was one in the morning (my usual bed time, 9:30 or 10). So when my alarm clock went off this morning I was barely mobile. I'm surprised I was alert enough to remember to wear pants.
So I got to work and went straight for the coffee. SOO tastey. The cup quickly slid down my gullet, but I was still beyond exhausted, so went back for another cup.
Since then I've been jittery, pukey, feeling flutters in my chest, have a headache, still exhausted, and consumed with an overwhelming keeling of ick.
Coffee, why must you hate me so? Why must you make me feel like a spurned lover, always eager to bring you back into my life, give you access to me, and everytime, EVERY SINGLE FRIGGIN TIME you take my love and you throw it away!
I think my feelings for coffee can best be described in the following words:
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night
Once I ran to you
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love
Tainted love
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want IT any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you'll think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love
If I drink too much (especially if I haven't eaten much) my stomach goes all bezerko super crampy on me.
And my heart can get very racy (thanks to mom I inherited tachycardia, meaning I was born with two pacemakers on my heart, really not a big deal, because one is always firing and the other naps constantly. But when overcafinated, both kick in and my heart starts going double time until I can calm down it down my lying down and breathing deep. Really it's not that huge of a deal and resolves itself quickly, but it's uncomfortable, unsettling, and makes me light-headed and pukey.)
So I'm usually pretty careful with coffee, usually only indulging in decaf and limiting that to one cup after meal.
I had slipped back into the habit of having coffee every morning at work, cause I love coffee and enjoy not feeling like a zombie. But the health ickiness makes it not worth it.
So since comming back from christmas break, I've not been drinking coffee in the morning, only indulging in one cup on Friday's as a little Friday treat. I might be revising that.
I've been sleepy each morning, but actually it's been nice not being cafinated. I've enjoyed my warm cups of herbal tea, which I can gulp down by the gallon with no ill effect (except for peeing all the time, but that's actually rather good for you).
But this morning. gah. My sis got into town late last night, and of course we got to chatting, until I noticed it was one in the morning (my usual bed time, 9:30 or 10). So when my alarm clock went off this morning I was barely mobile. I'm surprised I was alert enough to remember to wear pants.
So I got to work and went straight for the coffee. SOO tastey. The cup quickly slid down my gullet, but I was still beyond exhausted, so went back for another cup.
Since then I've been jittery, pukey, feeling flutters in my chest, have a headache, still exhausted, and consumed with an overwhelming keeling of ick.
Coffee, why must you hate me so? Why must you make me feel like a spurned lover, always eager to bring you back into my life, give you access to me, and everytime, EVERY SINGLE FRIGGIN TIME you take my love and you throw it away!
I think my feelings for coffee can best be described in the following words:
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night
Once I ran to you
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love
Tainted love
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want IT any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you'll think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love