Twitchy
I usually know better than to drink coffee. My stomach doesn’t like it and lets me know, I feel like a squirrel on crack and I can get a tad anxious as well.
Today, I didn’t know better and I had 2 (can’t always make it through the day on less than 6 hours sleep). So for a while there was a party in my head*. Until my stomach crashed it.
*Perfect soundtrack to a coffee high turns out to be Trainspotting, which is on rotation in my car, CD slot 3. I get overly precise on a caffeine high.
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