Back when I was in college, I used to go to a certain diner about 5 nights a week, where they'd serve bottomless coffee. I'd hang out with friends, do homework, et cetera, and end up drinking several mugs a night over the course of a few hours. I'd still just go right home and fall right to sleep, but suffice to say that my body was well-adjusted to extreme caffeine levels (since I'd often drink coffee during the day between classes, as well).
Over summer break, my caffeine intake thus dropped drastically. There was neither a need nor a source of such endless coffee, and with my body readjusting from school schedule to home schedule, I don't know if I particularly ever noticed the caffeine withdrawal symptoms.
That all changed one day. I got myself a nice, tall, sugared-up iced coffee in the early afternoon, because my dad was nice enough to pick me up one on my way home. Not too much later that day, I went out with one of my friends, and she suggested grabbing some coffee. Never one to turn down the Blessed Java, I naturally got myself another coffee of about equal size to the first.
After dinner, I was hanging out at the computer, and I had some Mountain Dew in the fridge. Well, about four cans later, I realized I should probably lay off the stuff, since I was liable to make myself feel less than good.
It's worth noting, at this point, that I habitually stayed up until about 4:00 AM during this summer, because I had no compelling reason to wake up early, and I knew people all over the world who were a lot easier to get in touch with online during those wee hours.
Anyhow, once this day's caffeine intake wore off, I crashed. Hard. At around 11:00 PM. I couldn't figure out what was making me so painfully tired at such an early, early hour... until I looked over and noticed my empty iced coffee cup from earlier that afternoon, sitting next to my computer.
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Date: 2005-03-29 06:57 pm (UTC)Over summer break, my caffeine intake thus dropped drastically. There was neither a need nor a source of such endless coffee, and with my body readjusting from school schedule to home schedule, I don't know if I particularly ever noticed the caffeine withdrawal symptoms.
That all changed one day. I got myself a nice, tall, sugared-up iced coffee in the early afternoon, because my dad was nice enough to pick me up one on my way home. Not too much later that day, I went out with one of my friends, and she suggested grabbing some coffee. Never one to turn down the Blessed Java, I naturally got myself another coffee of about equal size to the first.
After dinner, I was hanging out at the computer, and I had some Mountain Dew in the fridge. Well, about four cans later, I realized I should probably lay off the stuff, since I was liable to make myself feel less than good.
It's worth noting, at this point, that I habitually stayed up until about 4:00 AM during this summer, because I had no compelling reason to wake up early, and I knew people all over the world who were a lot easier to get in touch with online during those wee hours.
Anyhow, once this day's caffeine intake wore off, I crashed. Hard. At around 11:00 PM. I couldn't figure out what was making me so painfully tired at such an early, early hour... until I looked over and noticed my empty iced coffee cup from earlier that afternoon, sitting next to my computer.
I'm a bit less wanton with my fix, nowadays.