I gave up coffee again this week. I do this periodically when I feel my emotional equilibrium is getting out of alignment. It’s never an entirely uneventful process—some level of fatigue is always involved—so I was prepared. Or thought I was.
Withdrawal is hitting me like sack of unroasted beans tossed off the back of a Colombian burro.
I’d intended to keep up with the daily/near daily posting schedule I’d achieved last week when I was wired on several cups of hot, black crack but I ran into a problem . When I’d go to write a post, all I’d find in my head was a lot of blank, white cotton filling the space.
Such as happens to be the case right now.