The problem is that while I enjoy tea that isn't too strong, I only like coffee when it is so thick that you could bounce quarters off of it. I just drank a cup and a half, and now I'm bouncing off of things! The cats are delighted, because I'm acting like them. Of course, they can settle down into preternatural cat-calm any time they want. I'm going to be like this all night. Feh. Now I want tacos.
Maybe this will give me the energy to finish that post-in-progress, but more likely, it will make it more difficult to do so. That's another reason I quit drinking the stuff. It is much more difficult for me to concentrate when I'm wired, and I end up writing page after page of semi-coherent ramblings that veer from tangent to tangent, and then end up back where they began with nothing resolved. And how does that differ from what you normally write? says that little caffeinated voice in my head. I refuse to dignify so impertinent a question with an answer.
But what the hell! I'll write it anyway! If it turns out to be an incoherent mass with enough typos to freeze spell-check, so be it. Eventually I'll come down. Well, I'll crash, is what I'll do, and then I won't be able to write anything, so I'd best get on with it.
Oh, listen! The cats are chasing each other up and down the hallway! I must go join the fun!