High as a Kite

You all know I'm a monkey. And, as a monkey, we already have the reputation of being, er, active.

For this reason, I only do caffeine recreationally.

Well, I have this brand new stack of books in the bedroom. Murder mysteries. The problem with murder mysteries is that you have to time the reading progress pretty carefully. If you get in so far, so late at night, you have to make the decision to stay up and finish the book . . . or torture yourself by putting it down for the next day.

One night last week, I kept reading. Problem was, I was hosting a training meeting of the regional staff in my office the next morning.

So, I had a cup of coffee. And, another. I presented a three hour program in one hour flat.

And, after the regional staff left, I amazed all around me with the very obvious hyperactivity.

And, later that day, my pee smelled like coffee. (weird, I know . . . which is why the venture into TMI)

Today, I had to drive to a town two hours away for a meeting. So, I drank a couple cups of coffee and spent the drive belting out songs at the top of my lungs. I arrived at my meeting to announce that I was HIGH AS A KITE. And when they asked us to introduce ourselves and say one thing about ourselves, I think I said I had been abducted by aliens.

Is it a bad thing that I'm already looking forward to tomorrow morning's coffee?