Mmm Baby Yeah, Percolate For Me

So, uh, yeah.... what are you guys blogging about tonight?

I've cut in half my caffeine and sugar intake, and while my skin has a healthy Noxema commercial glow, my creativity has left me for more wired pastures. All the reserves have been used this week; there's a mere trickle of the good stuff left in my bloodstream.

So this is how it's gonna be huh? Healthy and sleepy, drooling on the keyboard waiting for my muse to come back from some Coke-soaked fantasy land?

There is a 24-hour Starbucks about 2 miles south, and it does have a drive-thru, so I wouldn't necessarily have to change out of my pjs. But there is the fact that, gasp! I don't like coffee. I'm not worldly enough to get hooked on the real stuff.

However, I do indeed love, and I mean LOVE, the smell of coffee. I will take several unnecessary trips down the coffee aisle at the grocery store, and will linger, nostrils flared, if there is one of those "bag your own" machines. Walking into a Starbucks is near orgasm-inducing. Oh yes, I'm that easy. I wonder if I could stir the creative juices with a walk-by sniff tomorrow morning?

Tonight, however, I will content myself with my all natural, no preservatives, no sodium, no caffeine Hansen's Cherry Vanilla Creme and call it a night.