Yesterday, I made the potentially dangerous move to not drink any coffee [for a week].
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Am I scared? YES.
Am I crazy? Probably.
Am I tired? . . . what? No, I’m totally awake. I was just resting my eyes.
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Right now I’m trying to remember why I decided this was a good idea. I think it had something to do with leaving work early last Friday because I got soo dizzy and nauseous after downing 3 cups of black coffee on an empty stomach that I couldn’t function. I know. I know. It was a fluke! It could have been anything! Don’t blame the coffee! Seriously though, while I LOVE coffee and this totally goes against my only add things to my diet/routine that make me happy instead of depriving myself of the things I love philosophy, drinking 3-4 cups of strong black coffee every day cannot be the healthiest way to live my life. So wish me luck. Or send tea. Yeah, that’s probably a much better idea.
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Send lots and lots and lots of tea.