Well, today was my third day without coffee (not counting the one tiny little sip I had on Saturday morning), and much to my surprise, I made it through work and class without a hitch. But just when I thought I was in the clear - less than two blocks from home - I definitely broke down and cried to a super cheesy song by the Katinas. I'm pretending that by keeping the title of the song a secret, I'll maintain at least some dignity. But let's be honest, it's the Katinas. The first measure of any of their songs is a polite warning and a gentle encourager for you to go ahead and see what else is coming across the ol' radio waves. Unfortunately, due to a lack of my drug of choice, my reaction time was a little slow, and before I knew it, the chorus drifted out of my car speakers and into my very tired mind. And then, well, you know the rest. Lord, help me if any of Michael W. Smith's ballads cross my path tomorrow!
On another note, I super very much miss my delete key. Making mistakes just isn't the same without it.
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