Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Stupid Café Fucked My Order

The stupid café down the street fucked up my order. I asked them for a flat white and they gave me a latte.

The place is amazingly cheap so I'm normally inclined to overlook mistakes, but giving me a latte instead of a flat white is not a mistake I can overlook because I am lactose intolerant and a latte has, at a guess, about six times as much milk as a flat white.

At least this place understood the meaning of "decaf." Given my brain's hostility to the idea of sleeping regularly every night, consuming any amount of caffeine would be a Very Bad Idea®.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Sleep Status: AYFKM

Having been up for over 24 hours, I finally went to bed and actually managed to fall asleep.

For two hours.

Then I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep.

I lay in bed in the dark for awhile to maybe hint to my brain that I was still bone-shatteringly exhausted and maybe I should remain unconscious until I was properly rested, but my brain advised me that this was unnecessary— it's the middle of the afternoon (despite the clock insisting it was 1 in the morning), and a two-hour nap should be more than sufficient to keep me coherent until bedtime despite the fact that "bedtime" only exists hypothetically.

So I've been up since then. And my serious post has been languishing in drafts still half-written waiting for me to be coherent enough to finish it.