Somewhere along the journey that is my life, that changed. My body became more sensitive to sugar and caffeine. I began to notice this when I would still drink said coke on my way to bed and then lie there for hours wide awake. Being the brilliant and highly observant person that I am, I would lay there completely baffled by this assault of insomnia. Why on earth can't I get to sleep on this particular night, when other nights I'm practically asleep before my head hits the pillow? After many nights of such confusion and irritation, I slowly began to deduce the pattern. No coke, good sleep. Have coke, bad sleep.
A few years ago, I began drinking coffee. My coffee intake increased while in Alaska (shocker, I know), but never exceeded two cups a day - almost always in the morning. Having become aware of my natural sensitivity to caffeine, I tried to avoid coffee after, say, 3 pm or so in the afternoon. Every once in a while I would break that rule, and I always paid the price.
Tonight, we began a weekly young adult bible study that meets at Wired Coffee on Thursdays at 8 pm (feel free to join us). I arrived early and apparently checked my brain at the door. I promptly walked up to the counter and not only purchased a coke, but also Cappuchino Gelato with Chocolate Covered Espresso Beans. That was at 7:45.
I'm not even close to tired.
It's tough being a slow learner.
And I don't really like espresso beans.
The sleep of a laborer is sweet, whether he eats little or much, but the abundance of a rich man permits him no sleep. - Ecclesiastes 5:12
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