Never let me drink coffee again.
I thought I would drink some this morning/early afternoon and be able to get a nice, productive buzz on in order to clean and get work done.
But I got the wrong stuff done—coffee always makes me productive in the wrong direction (in related news, I have an amazing 2-part workshop planned to teach at the nonprofit I worked with last year. Lesson plan is half-written, it’s going to be awesome.)
I abruptly came down from the caffeine during my afternoon shower and was too sad to put on clothes for two hours afterward. I just wrapped myself in a blanket and watched old episodes of 30 Rock.
Then I was like, “Oh shit, my Mom is going to be here in 15 hours, I’d better clean,” and I tore my room apart. And it’s worse than it was before and I’m all itchy because apparently I’ve been living in this apartment for a year and I’ve pretty much never dusted? And now, it’s like, REVENGE OF THE DUST?
And I’m still not focused but I’m SO AWAKE?
If you’ve ever heard me say, “Oh no, I can’t drink coffee,” FYI: this is what I was talking about.