I Picked a Hell of a Day to Quit Drinkin’

Oh, Caffeine, you once were a friend… a close friend. But, let’s face facts: it’s over. Somewhere over the past few months, we just lost that connection we once had. We grew apart. These things happen. Who knows though? Maybe we’ll run into each other out during lunch, and say hello, or perhaps over a drink, we’ll catch up on those old times. We may even cross paths at “Shoot ‘em up” Starbucks once in a while. We’ll smile, trade a knowing glance, remember the old times and realize in a moment that they are gone. Both of us have new lives now.

Having been to the doctor thrice in the past ten days or so, I know have a working theory that my decision to quit drinking coffee may have had a major impact on my psyche recently. Well, that and a severe lack of sleep. Stress and pressure are still there but not as pressing issues as they once were. My Alli has helped with some ideas on how to make work less stressful and point to a few lights at the end of the tunnel. “This too shall pass,” I believe is the phrase that fits here. Anyway, I have a bunch of prescriptions now, a doctor telling me to get my head on straight, my girl supporting me (as she always does) and a better sense of what needs to be done and where I’m going. So, the sun is shining again. Except that it’s nighttime, and perhaps somewhat ironically, actually raining here in the perennially sunny Las Vegas Valley.

Having recently popped a doctor recommended sleeping pill, it’s time to wrap this up before I pass out facefirst into the new laptop.

~ by sincityinsomnia on November 26, 2008.