I was going to quit drinking coffee. Until my mother suggested I quit. Because my mother thought I should stop drinking coffee, I went out that same day and had a cup of coffee. Don’t tell me what to do.
Last night I stayed awake until 2:30 this morning. I drank coffee late in the afternoon and the caffeine kept me awake.
Today all I wanted to do was drink coffee. Craving coffee. Thinking of coffee. coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee
Day one with no coffee
I fought the desire and didn’t drink coffee today. I also didn’t do anything creative. I didn’t write on my book, no words to count. And I didn’t paint.
I did clean the seven litter boxes.
My youngest also wanted me to tell you I yelled today. I told her, “I can’t write about that.” But, to be fair to her, I did tell you. Now you know. I was crabby today. Not creative, just crabby.
One day at a time. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be day two with no coffee. And I will keep counting. Then day three, and day four. And I will walk past the coffee shop in my favorite store and not buy a double. And I will take care of my brain.
I use to drink decaf. Then half caff, then full caff, and then a double. Then two doubles in one day.
Good-bye coffee. It has been fun.
Now I will drink water. And get a good nights sleep. Hopefully my mother won’t tell me water is good for me, or that I need to get a good nights sleep. I hate being told what to do. Even if they are right.
Do you drink coffee? Does it make it hard to sleep at night?
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