I was promised coffee this morning. Not blaming anyone, not naming names, just saying…didn’t get any coffee, that’s all. And I am TIRED. No, really tired. I tried licking the espresso machine but nothing happened. I inhaled deeply from the coffee bean bag. Nothing happened. I cried a little and then went and found some No-Doz. Does No-Doz expire? Because an hour later I found myself teaching art and using the word “Catagapor”- don’t ask. Suffice it to say kindergartners think that word is hilarious.

I came home and tried a short nap. I woke up and found thinking hard. Walking was hard too. I ran into the wall. I picked up son #1 from school and decided this couldn’t go on. I drove through Starbucks and am one nonfat dry cappuccino heavier. With change I scraped out of the ash tray. Because I forgot my purse. I have baseball to coach in a hour. I don’t feel awaker. Or smarter. Or more coordinated. I’m afraid I may be using catagapor again and running into things. Sigh.