Meaning, this morning I was at least functional enough to drive safely to work today -- I drove because I was dragging enough that I knew half an hour before I usually leave for the bus that I'd need more time at home, and driving provides that time cushion -- but I was not sure how well I'd function once at the job. But there's cheap coffee there. Fifty-five cents later, I was getting that sweet caffeine into me (via a basic French Vanilla -- and had I wanted to, I could've gone for the most basic vending machine coffee there, a forty-cent cup). I felt more functional. And I actually had a pretty productive work day -- as opposed to yesterday, where I was a pill. I wasn't pleasant Tuesday. I was (more or less) today. And honestly I think the coffee helped. I know, big whoop, but I used to be such an anti-coffee snob that not even my love of Twin Peaks (Special Agent Dale Cooper: *spits out coffee* "DAMN good coffee! And hot!") made me want to try it.
By the way, I didn't mention, but last night I'd had a bit of a headache. That headache didn't come back today. I'm thinking the coffee at least helped. I've heard it can.
I had enough power in me overall (thanks to, of course, snacks, a ham sandwich for lunch and lots of ice water) to work extra hours today. So good to be able to get more hours and feel good about the work done in them.
As always, you know more now, if you've read this. If so, thank you. If you can't, maybe you need glasses.