Okay, when the cute barista girl asks if you would like the 20oz size, YOU SAY NO. I'm caffed up to the point of artificial ADD.

Usually the 20 oz isn't a problem. Nor is multiple 16ozs spread throughout the day. Or even those 12 cups at a diner at 3 in the morning. Or, hell, multiple pots at home on the weekend. But for some reason this stuff is hitting me hard. Armph.

No ability to focus in either the eyes or the head. I keep realizing that I am staring at the accoustic drop-ceiling panels, and I don't know how long I've been staring.

I need some water. Maybe some juice.

I think I'm getting old.