[Originally posted July 7, 2006 at MySpace]
You know, I sometimes forget that caffeine is, in fact, a drug, a chemical that produces changes in thought patterns and behavior. Then every so often, I get reminded.
Like today. I've been cutting back on the caffeine at home, mixing regular coffee with my yummy, yummy Fresh Market Holiday Blend decaf. I mixed it like that more for flavor than anything else (having run out of regular Holiday Blend months ago), but I figure it can't be a bad idea to reduce the caffeine in my system.
However, the stuff I brew in the office is full-strength coffee, and for some reason, coffeemaker coffee is much stronger than the foofy mocha machiato drinks I'm so fond of. So I had a cup of reduced-strength coffee at home today, then a large cup of full-strength coffee that I stretched through the morning and I am still bouncing off the fucking walls.
Honestly: I feel like I could start scat-singing like a 78-RPM David Lee Roth or something. I feel like shadowboxing, or chair-dancing, or doing both at the same time. While waiting for my pizza to heat up in the microwave, I felt the urge to do a highly detailed chicken impression, including scratching the ground with one foot. Had my friend Maggie been in her office, I would have visited her and done exactly that. (Memo to Maggie: girl, you dodged a bullet made of weirdness today.) Note to readers: I wish to Christ I could find the person responsible for the picture at the right. Whoever they are, I want to be their friend.
And it's kind of creeping me out to think, 'Hmmm. This is a fairly powerful reaction I'm having -- and it's not even the full strength of the stuff I was used to for so long. What the hell has been going on in my brain all this time?' Man, I get nervous enough imagining what the cats might be doing in the living room while I'm not watching; wondering what all that caffeine has been doing to my cerebral cortex is making me particularly edgy.
Of course, that could just be the caffeine talking.
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