Overcaffeination

Greetings all,

It’s 7.41pm as of my writing this. Today I woke up at roughly 7am, extremely sleep deprived (which doesn’t add up, considering I slept for a whopping 9 hours), yet determined to take on the admittedly scary day that I was facing. Three classes at two different schools, plenty of studying to be done, and a self-assigned inclination to play the piano.

Now, I don’t know what your idea of me may be, but let me just tell you; I ain’t Wonder Woman. Hell, I don’t think I’m even “Ordinary Woman”. We’re definitely looking at someone who gets near lethally tired after working for a mere hour – “Sluggish Lady” would perhaps be the most apt description of all. But alas, Wednesday’s Wednesday, and what can one do about that? “Suck it up” is the only suitable answer.

So, I did what any sane person would do – coffee it up. COFFEE IT THE FUCK UP! And well, here’s how that went; not well. As should’ve been expected.

I had a quadruple Americano first thing in the morning. Then another of the same caliber. And it wasn’t even noon yet. By this point, I felt my brain growing legs of its own. My heart was beating out of my chest, I was meeting the heavens, I was having visions no one should have, be they sober or intoxicated. “I’m too young to die!” I kept screaming from the profoundness of my lungs, but God kept challenging me endlessly. At last, I survived.

Then I went home after conducting a whole lot of bullshit in a state of caffeinated frenzy, and had another coffee. Sweet.

That brings us to now. Hi, I’m Silia, and I desperately need sleep. Pleased to meet you.