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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I don't think Houston really cares....
...but we may have a problem here. I think I'm addicted to the IDEA of caffeine. Don't let the picture fool you - that was the result of a week or so of my just being too lazy to bring the cans downstairs to recycle them. Not a day's consumption. I love Diet Coke. I admit it. I've never been able to make the jump to coffee. I love the way it smells, can't stand the way it tastes. Apparently my tongue lacks the coffee-drinking-grownup-person gene. Unfortunately the rest of my body lacks the stay-awake-unassisted gene and Diet Coke is my coffee. I actually drink it with my breakfast. I probably should pour it into a coffee mug to avoid the weird looks I get when I do it around people unfamiliar with this particular quirk of mine.
The thing is, I don't think caffeine really does anything for me. I really don't feel any more awake after my morning Cokefest. If, however, I skip it (and that rarely happens..) I feel like I missed my opportunity to get a little energy boost. Is it possible to be experience a placebo..non-effect? I'm aware that whatever I'm getting out of the caffeine is mostly psychological...but because I'm AWARE of it, I'm not really getting any effect. And yet I still do it. Let's all ponder the craziness of this. I'll be right back, just need to go grab another Diet Coke.