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jaeleslie at 03:38pm on 21/04/2004
jaeleslie at 03:38pm on 21/04/2004Back in February I decided not to try quitting coffee again in the dark of winter. It does help me get off my duff. Now that the trees are blooming and the occasional espresso has no perceptible effect on me, though, I thought I might give it another try. I am making this as easy as possible, just quitting the morning coffee (which had progressed from one cup to two and then as many as I could remember to drink) but substituting a little pot of tea if I want something hot. Or maybe green tea. Or maybe even herbal tea. Or decaf if I want it, despite my continuing conviction that decaf Bustelo is simply wrong.
The point of it is that despite all the various pharmaceutical dosages I have been trying, and the regular exercise, my sleeping habits are still terrible. So I am still fatigued, in pain, and intermittently downright drowsy -- which is usually right when someone walks in the door and needs to talk to me, or make lengthy phone calls, or play loud music and explosions, or be fed. But basically I don't want to go to sleep at night. I would rather read while I can hold one eye open. Or play solitaire as long as I can sit up. I would be happy to sleep later in the morning, but I am generally wide awake by eightish at the very latest, sometimes much earlier. I think years of expensive counseling are now called for.
No, I am not writing all these journal entries because of the twelve-ounce cup of coffee I had today at the grocery store. It is just a thing I am trying, to break up what might be otherwise an extremely long entry into hook-sized ones.
The point of it is that despite all the various pharmaceutical dosages I have been trying, and the regular exercise, my sleeping habits are still terrible. So I am still fatigued, in pain, and intermittently downright drowsy -- which is usually right when someone walks in the door and needs to talk to me, or make lengthy phone calls, or play loud music and explosions, or be fed. But basically I don't want to go to sleep at night. I would rather read while I can hold one eye open. Or play solitaire as long as I can sit up. I would be happy to sleep later in the morning, but I am generally wide awake by eightish at the very latest, sometimes much earlier. I think years of expensive counseling are now called for.
No, I am not writing all these journal entries because of the twelve-ounce cup of coffee I had today at the grocery store. It is just a thing I am trying, to break up what might be otherwise an extremely long entry into hook-sized ones.