Last night was hard. Irritable, pacing the kichen knowing i had exactly what i felt like i needed right there. That the comfort of routine and what my neural receptors were craving was within 3 minutes worth of effort.
That this was silly, that there was nothing wrong with anything and i should just bloody have a coffee should i so desire one.
I think i had about 6 cups of tea.
Headache is much milder, and merely feels like im wearing a hat when a haircut has been too long due.
Other bodily concerns are harder to track;
I work nights. 8pm until 530am, 4 nights a week - 2 on 2 off 2 on 1 off.
Im basically running like a Typically Scheduled Person's 3am at any given time of day. Its a hard way to operate. Consequently its hard to work out what is out of whack and tired from day to day what have yous and what is the missing kick of coffee.
I already miss the kick.. but its not even a kick when you rely on it. i want the peaks and troughs out so i can regulate my own moods and energy.
Time for a tea i think.