I made a pot of coffee today – all on my own. I’m quite proud of myself.

Just one thing: I feel like I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go. Actually, I’m all hyped up with nothing to do.

You see, I’m a lightweight. I only weigh around 140 lbs., and so substances have their effect on me rather quickly. I noticed this when my parents let me have a sip of wine in high school, and I stumbled into a doorpost. Last semester, one cigar knocked me off my feet, after which I lied on the couch for an hour, trying to find the strength to make it up the stairs to my bed. One cup of coffee (or one 5-Hour Energy) can keep me going all day long. I had two cups today. I might not sleep tonight.

Not only does the caffeine evoke energy; it also evokes stupidity. Just as a shot of coffee before a run seems to make my legs move faster, the stuff also makes my brain work faster – too much faster. I have learned that some filter of mine – which usually keeps stupid comments chained in the dark recesses of my mind – is immune to caffeine’s dastardly effects. It sleeps through even the heaviest mocha explosions. So, my dumb comments come tumbling out.

Sometimes, this is a good thing. I can be quite clever and humorous. I tend to be an extroverted personality already. Coffee removes all the holds. I’m not drunk, I’m caffeinated.

Today, I have no people around to stupid at. I don’t know what to do with all my energy. I would go exercise, but I already ran three miles. My legs have informed me that they’re done for the day. I could read, but I can’t focus for very long (I’ve opened five new tabs in my web browser since I began writing this.).

I think I’ll try a sordid combination of Twitter, YouTube, and blog surfing until my heart stops racing.

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