I love caffeine

It’s Friday again. I’m particularly pumped this Friday for no apparent reason. I think it’s related to being extra tired. I was up at 5:38 this morning. And by up, I don’t just mean staring at myself in the bathroom mirror trying to wake up. I mean no longer wearing pajamas.

Some people get crabby when they’re tired. I become a super happy camper and slightly wacky. I ponder random topics. I can't be bothered feeling stress. I say anything that pops into my head. I think it might be caffeine related. High volume caffeine related.

The longer the day goes on I start to wind down like a top, gradually getting more and more crabby like everyone else. And I tend to cry over nothing. My husband is the one that pointed out the crying thing to me. If he can’t find any kind of nexus between my random crying and menstrual issues, his general strategy is to move directly to offering me an Ambien. He probably thinks this makes him clever. Maybe. Maybe not.

So far I’m still manic upbeat girl today. At the Taco Bell drive thru window, when the dude handing me my second Dr. Pepper of the day seemed like the nicest guy I'd ever met, I gave him the smile I reserve for long lost friends. Later in a meeting, I thought everything my boss said was hysterical. He's either going to think I'm on drugs or that he should go into stand up comedy.

It’s like I’m floating around in a cloud. Insulated from anything annoying or frustrating by high levels of caffeine and the dull fuzziness that fatigue produces in your head. Today is awesome. The whole world is awesome. Let’s all hold hands and go have another Dr. Pepper.