December 6th, 2004



My schedule for this weekend:

work until 7-something.
Meet Lori at a restaurant for dinner.
Skip out before the bill arrives to go back to work.
Come home around midnight. (11PM? After midnight? I can't remember.)

Head into work at 10am.
Leave work at 2:15 to go to Dani and Monica's to play games.
Lose at History of the World, in part because I was making stupid mistakes.
Return to work at around 10.
Leave at around 11:45--discover missing car.
Finally get home with car at 1:45.

Go to buy groceries at 11am.
Start working on tire at noon.
Get home at 1. Clean catbox, and a little more cleaning, then head in to work by 2.
Head home at 6:30 to go visit in-laws.
Head back to work at 9:30.
Home again at 11:45.


Lori's got things just as bad. She might not be putting as many hours in at work, but she's trying to spend time with her mother and get the house cleaned, and she's fighting sickness as well. Our party may be less than sparkling this year, I fear.
  • Current Mood
    tired beleaguered


I normally drink very little caffeine. I noticed in my freshman year of college that I was developing a tolerance, so I cut way back so that it would give me a kick when I needed it. In recent years, though, I've gotten very sensitive; I remember that somewhere in my LJ I have an entry about staying up until 4am or so with a single can of soda at GURPS. In addition, I have a job for which sleeping late is not a big issue. And I find that being naturally well-rested yields better productivity and clarity of thought than artificial substitutes; sleep deprivation plus caffeine tends to leave me wired and feeling as if my body was a garment from which the coat hangers had not been removed. In addition, Pittsburgh has really tasty tap water, and my tendency to penury makes that a beverage of choice, particularly in restaurants.

But I was really dragging on Sunday, and I decided to try compensating with caffeine. But I knew that I'd have to be careful to avoid coat-hangered wiredness and difficulty sleeping. So I took care to sip the Dr Pepper slowly, and only enough until I got the lift I needed.

It worked; I managed to fall asleep pretty readily, although not with the ease I'd expect from how exhausted I felt.

My dosage for the day to produce this effect: about a third of a 21-ounce bottle of Dr Pepper, spread over the course of about four hours of work. Apparently I really don't have a tolerance anymore.