So, I’ve got this doctor thing tomorrow.  And I can’t have caffeine all day today, right?  So, I haven’t.

There’s probably a conclusion to that idea, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out what the hell it is.

Time is all weird, and I can feel the great grandmother of all headaches coming, I feel like I need a nap, and by tomorrow morning, when I haven’t had enough caffeine to make a neuron jiggle, I’m supposed to do some kind of stress test and run on a treadmill.

And I bet I know what the result of the test will be.  That I can never have sweet, sweet caffeine again.


Goodbye, thoughts. It’s been nice having you.