I miss caffeine.
But, I'm trying to get my body in sync with... I dunno, itself?
I hate relying on my own body to wake itself up and think clearly all on it's own.
It seems like my brain is only working at about 50% capacity right now... 45-50%.
Oh well, I'm sure this feeling will wear off eventually and I can resume being my normal, cheerful, exuberant self.
I don't know if I have anything to say.
Oh, I had a dream about Sting last night, you know, the singer, and former front man of The Police.
He's my all time favorite musician/song writer/bassist/genius.
Anyway, I won some kind of contest and the prize was a dinner with him or something... We were talking at a restaurant, or rather I was talking. He was pouring himself over a parchment which contained characters for a new language he was creating. I know this, because he told me so. The parchment was covered with tiny glyphs and inscriptions.
I understood it somehow.
Also, I miss my caffeine.