Ah, it was inevitable, really. I'd lasted a whole month. Not a whole month of conning my coursemates into thinking I was quiet, submissive and comprehensible, admittedly (we played monopoly which put paid to the 'submissive'); but a month without any particular hyperactivity. I've noted before, in fact, that my response to caffeine doesn't seem to be at all predictable; sometimes mugs of it have no effect at all.
But take today, for example. 8 hours sleep (somewhat rubbish sleep, I admit, I kept waking up for some reason); nice big breakfast (bacon and eggs and crumpets- yes i have shed some of the Belize pounds, so I've decided bacon and eggs is permissible); no reason for the dormant caffeine monster to emerge. But emerge it did. I think i was my first mug of the morning too- I arrived in the department, only to discover our lecture was cancelled. I had a tutorial an hour later so went and got a coffee (15p!) and sat with some friends.
Well, I say sat. I was more kinda bouncing. and singing about biscuits (of zazzamarandabo- if you get the reference, sing along, and if you don't, check out silly songs with larry on youtube. singing cucumbers, yes yes yes), and belting out a bit of 'Poison' by Alice Cooper (who my friend said 'isn't really metal, more like boyzone'. Turns out he meant boy george...), and generally just being caffeinated. Hopefully no world renowned meteorologists walked behind me while I was boinging up and down.
In case anyone doesn't know, they DO call me decaff. it's my nickname on the support stewarding team at Greenbelt Festival, and it arose as a warning against anyone who should choose to give me coffee, after a certain late night when I got a little bit excited about the Wesley brothers to my team leaders...
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