A text I sent to Jason:
Had a weird experience on the toilet at work... went into this weird spacey state of mind. I felt disconnected from my body and the small tiles on the floor all blurred together, feeling far away but at the same coming towards me at lightning speed. I think I need more sleep
Yes people, the glamorous life indeed. Jason said it sounds like a drug movie scene.
I knew coming into this semester I wouldn't be sleeping. That doesn't make it much easier.
What does though is tea.
(Not my teapot but I wish. Image found here)
Tea has been a gift from heaven for me. I used to chug lots of Dr. Pepper for those late nights. So bad on multiple levels - gives me a sugar high and consequently a sugar crash, makes my teeth feel gross, so syrupy that I would feel sick after more than one can, oh and that whole thing about soda acidity being nearly as low as battery acid.
Cue tea. Love, love, love. I can add some honey, but feel better because it's a natural sweetner, I get the benefits of caffeine without the sugar crash, and it's more theraputic holding a warm mug and sipping. It almost works too well - usually when I go to bed, it's because I'm done working, not because I'm nodding off; which is miraculous when those times are in the wee hours of the morning.
Someday I hope to have an amazing tea collection. Emily Lunt, a tea connaisseur, if you will. But in this dream, I'm drinking for enjoyment's sake, and nothing more.