My eyes are heavy. I think they are bloodshot. When Steve says to me “baby, your eyes are bloodshot!” I feel satisfaction. Bloodshot eyes say ‘look how deprived of sleep I am!’ This means I am a sturdy creature able to get by on little sleep. But my eyes are telling a lie. Really I want to sleep.
Today I brought coffee with me to work. It was maybe the fifth day that I didn’t buy it at a coffee shop. I’ve been so impressed with my small act of frugality. I celebrated by bringing an additional thermos. From that I filled my sixteen ounce coffee cup three times. My coffee never ended and I also couldn’t stop thinking about needing to get crest white strips.
When I drink too much coffee I feel as though I can balance it all out by eating. I rummage and cram random eatables into my mouth. What I think really works is drinking water.