Long title, straight to the point.
I had one cup of caffeinated coffee this morning. I thought, “Well, I got enough sleep the night before. I have a relatively low-stress day of teaching and writing ahead of me. One cup should do me.”
One cup did not “do me.”
My teaching schedule turned out totally whack due to sick kids and trimester finals; my WIP ended up involving more deleting than actual writing; and my trip to Target resulted not in the toilet paper and Q-tips I truly needed, but instead in holiday-scented Glade candles and no-pulp orange juice (I prefer the lots-of-pulp variety).
Oh, and my hair is frizzing, even though there’s no humidity.
I need to wrangle that second (or third) cup before I head out for my National Anthem gig tonight, or 7 p.m. at Carver Hawkeye Arena is going to feel really awful.