Bob Smy UncleWhat if caffeine kept me up not because of the specific chemical's half-life, but because of the method of delivery always being edible?
Ate some Nicholas today. It is about midnight, but I am *awake*.
And... on days I talk to that guy with my lungs, I can mostly sleep fine. Sus.
Actually, I met up with Kathy the other day, and we did party all night, but only one day in a row, then I slept like a rock and woke up the next day early. Al(fred/ice?) wakes me up early sometimes, too, but I can feel how bad the sleep was, so it's no trick. We don't talk about Mary, but she is *not a sleep aid*.
Anyway
I won't do this again
Or, well, I will. I still have some. But maybe one in the morning, not two though the afternoon? And, you know what, I didn't need to talk the whole afternoon, maybe these are a quitting aid, being slower and longer. A commitment, a regrettable, not-as-repeatable one.
Just need to lose my telephone equipment, to abuse a metaphor. Maybe recycling, because reselling is probably illegal. Maybe if I ask to check their license, the undercover cops will be chill?