It's four days into my caffeine detox, so I should be in fine fettle by now, right? Wrong.
05:08 - The water I've been drinking at work all day is having a predictable effect. I try to ignore the urge, but it's only a minute or so before I'm up to take care of business before returning to bed in a sleepy stupor.
06:00 - Hey, this is more like it! I wake up feeling good. I tend to cut the morning timeline pretty fine, but today I have enough extra minutes to gather up the garbage and recycling in time for today's pickup.
07:20 - I'm trying to get in some reading on the bus, but I keep nodding off. I've often wondered how people can just sleep on buses and planes, but now it's becoming all too clear. My initial energy has given way to a bone-deep fatigue I won't be able to shake for another 14 hours.
09:45 - My eyes pop open, and my vision is filled with the familiar text of the document I've been working on. I realize that I've been most of the way asleep for at least a full minute, with my head propped up in my hands. Anyone passing by would think I was concentrating intently. I hope I wasn't snoring.
12:48 - Another workout. I get through it fine, but the energy-boost effect isn't nearly as strong today as it was on Day 2.
15:30 - I've made it halfway through proofreading the aforementioned document, but I try to resist the temptation to stop there, even though I'm so tired I'm not sure I can vouch for the quality of the work I'm doing even as I'm doing it.
15:40 - A co-worker on her way out the door stops to ask me how I'm holding up. I turn to face her, and right off she says I'll feel better if I go for a short walk around the floor. Sheesh, is it that obvious?
17:00 - After what has felt like 16 days, I stumble into the gray of an overcast evening and trudge the 10 blocks to the bus stop. It feels like 10 miles. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? If this is me normal, I'll take the caffeinated abnormal any day of the week. Especially today.
19:50 - I've met my wife and our friend Ryan at a watering hole close to home for an after-work drink. I'm just finishing my second pint, and feeling quite a bit more buzzy than I expected. This is another surprise. Has quitting one drug left me susceptible to all of them? Anyway, I won't have a chance to put this theory to the test with a third beverage, because I have to get home to meet a work buddy for a little musical jam session.
22:20 - Darren is improvising something that sounds really good, and I've just found a three-chord pattern that works beautifully with it. This is the most alive I've felt all day.
23:17 - Darren is on his way home. I'd like to get this day's Decaf Diary down before I go to bed, but no dice. Too damn tired. Again.
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