I have this love/hate relationship with caffeine.  Love it–morning cup of coffee.  Need it–afternoon iced coffee while the toddler plays in the fountain because I’m so done with summer.  Hate it–1 am this morning when I can’t sleep because I had that 3pm coffee.

Really HATE it– 4:30 am when Audrey woke up screaming and would not go back to sleep.  Was it teeth?  A bad dream?  Just beeing stubborn? I have absolutely no idea.

Every time I think I have things mildly under control I realize how poorly I operate in a sleep deprived state.

I should be brilliant for class tonight.  We’re discussing Samuel Beckett’s short plays that don’t make any sense on a good day.  Yay for absurdism.