I know that there are plenty of people in the world who get up every day, maybe have a little green tea, or other, non-offensive, non-caffeinated beverage, and they appear to operate at normal levels and are probably good people.
I am not one of those people. Oh, I can go a few hours in the morning, and I probably won't kill anybody, but after a while, the fact that I don't feel like myself will lead me to be, uh, not myself.
So today....got up late, just enough time to bathe and leave. No coffee. I stopped at a store on the way into work, but didn't fill my travel mug because I figured that I was only a couple of minutes away from The Land of Flowing Caribou, and I would be just fine until I got to the office.
Then, when I got to the office, I walked straight up to the Caffeine Trough on our floor, only to find that the caffeinated was all out, so, someone would have to make some more.
I made more.
Before it was even close to done brewing, I grabbed a half-cup, just to stave off the twitching, and ran back to my desk with every intention of returning within 10 minutes for a refill.
I returned a half hour later to discover a major malfunction--no caffeine, because all the "good" coffee was already all gone (!!!!) and when someone tried to brew another pot, all of a sudden, the coffee pot stopped working! Meanwhile, the decaf ("bad" coffee) pot was over-flowing all over the place, for reasons unknown. And the flavored coffee, which not too many people like, but hey, it's caffeine in a pinch, was all gone, because nobody wanted to wait around for the building facility people to fix the disaster that could one day come to be known as the June Massacre.
Which brings us to 9:30 on a Wednesday morning, in which I have had only a half-cup of caffeine. I'm surprised I can actually type.
Off in search of provisions...send help...
***And as most of you may have noticed, it is actually Tuesday, not Wednesday, so that should give you some idea of where my head is at...