Friday, December 08, 2006

Some blabberings of a caffeinated Roberta

I can’t handle caffeine. Last night, Di, Brenda, and I went to a family’s home (and had a blast, I might add). We were served Turkish coffee, Russian tea, and RC cola between 6 and 9pm. I drank hesitantly because I know the consequences of my actions when I drink caffeine. Although I should have known better than to attempt to sleep with so much fire in my veins, I went to bed at 11.30pm…and did not fall asleep until sometime between 3.15 and 3.30am. Rather than be productive and get some of my checklist checked, I scribbled scrambled thoughts, questions, and grandiose philosophical tirades on scrap paper while pacing. I also read 5 chapters of Yancey’s Searching for an Invisible God and a little AW Tozer (all of which I will need to re-read when my mind isn’t twitchy).

[I remember an episode of Get Smart when the Guy had some tablet that absorbed all the alcohol from his drinks. They need to make something like this for caffeine…].

Tonight may be a similar struggle to sleep as I had a macchiato and a hot chocolate with 2 women. I usually order fanta or something equally sophisticated, but it was cold (electricity has been a little aloof today). The problem with trying to be productive is that my mind is totally jumpy while on this drug. How long until I develop some semblance of tolerance?

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Now for a rant: Mud here is a bit of a problem. Not only are my shoes a mess, I have mud splatters past my knees. I think that I need to change the way I walk, because I somehow flick myself with mud speckles. Also, if I miscalculate what is safe distance between a mud-filled pothole and myself...good night! I changed my pants twice today!

Classy, huh :) I think it's just me with this problem (at least to this extent), because I don't see anyone else with it this bad! Maybe I'll cave and get the fancy-pants stilleto boots in which to tuck my jeans...

4 comments:

Patricia said...

It's not just you! Or maybe it's foreigner problem, because I remember everyone else looking much cleaner than I, too. The stilettos would help - and you'd look great in them.

Jeff said...

I think the Kosovars have some special , mysterious technique for avoiding mud on their pants. As I looked around NO ONE had nearly as much mud on their pants as I did on any given day.
I think that this must be a bit of secret knowledge that only the initiate are privy to. What makes it all the more pointed is when everyone comments at how dirty your pants are...ya, duh.

roberta said...

yeah...i already felt like a slob here before mud season hit next to the "shqip people" (an endearing term of Madison's). Jeff--where are those heinous rubber boots from the river project? I might have better luck walking in them than in the stilettos :)

Jeff said...

They're at our house :)