coffee agreement

I made a pact with coffee: for every time I consume caffeine, there shall be a 0.5 probability of me either being fuelled with an excessive amount of energy for a period of time, or a 0.5 probability of me suffering from all the backlash there is to the drink prematurely. And after every occasion, the contract states, the probability of getting an energy surge is lowered.

Drank some canned coffee today and it seemed like Lady Luck wasn't very pleased with me. Aching spots behind the eyes, tensed facial muscles and general lethargy conspired to make me a very, very, very tired boy. It's the kind of feeling that makes the ends of your hair feel strained. The type of fatigue that makes smiling or talking a chore to be dreaded.

Sigh, if only I were a battery, I would be able to just charge up my energy in no time. Hate my bed. Everytime I lie on it to take a quick rest, I end up sleeping, only to wake up up in the middle of the night at some weird hour like 2 or 3 am. I will then attempt to do some work before promptly giving in to the seductive bed once again.

And I can't study at council canteen. Productivity = 0%.

Oh well. Better get started on source-based...