for the love of god, just say "no"

Why is it that I must have such a ridiculously low tolerance to drugs? One not-quite-full cup of coffe (hazelnut!) at eight o'clock and three and half hours later I'm still twitching like a victim of Tourette Syndrome. And my BRAIN won't SHUT UP. Argh. It doesn't help that my mother insists on playing Jefferson Airplane on repeat all night (White Rabbit over and over...).

I'm swearing off caffeine. Alcohol (except on holidays, maybe) was first, Percocet was second (nasty audio and visual hallucinations...blurgh), and now caffeine. Okay, no caffeine after three o'clock. I'm not in college anymore...there's no reason for me to stay up all night, especially after having been up since six-thirty and spent the day in Lancaster browsing country crafts with Mom only to be caught in the downpour of the century and getting soaked to the skin and laughing because, really, we knew it was bound to happen and giggling because we had to sit in the car for fifteen minutes with the heat blasting to feel human again while waiting for the rain to let up enough to find a place to get a sandwich before our stomachs ate our spines in retaliation.

Of course, the Chicago-LA Galaxy game is on at midnight, and now I'll have plenty of nervous energy to last me through til two tomorrow morning before I crash into a metabolized-stimulant headache-haze of misery.

Go Chicago, anyway.