Where, in the world, is Carmen Sandiego?

If she’s anything like me, she’s been working, more or less, for two weeks straight. Get up, go to work, put in 8+ hours, come home, eat something, put in another 3-4 hours, go to sleep, repeat.

It’s gotten to the point where I’ve even been working from home and it’s actually meant what I said it was (as opposed to the usual “working” from home, with exaggerated air quotes)… all because I can’t afford the hour and a half of combined driving time.

Because of all of this working, my personal life has, of course, suffered some casualties. Miniature Golf girl got sick of my not having time for her, and I can’t say I blame her. Rebecca Romijn’s look-alike is getting close to the same, and I can’t say I blame her, either. Thus, the horrors of war, you see.

It probably doesn’t help that I’m attempting to kick the caffeine habit, again. I thought I had this bastard licked; that I could cut out all caffeinated beverages (unless they had alcohol in them), and still have Pepsi in my fridge should guests want them (or if there was the aforementioned alcohol involved).

Alas, nay.

So fucking nay, in fact, that I plowed through a couple of cases before I realized that I was pretty much back on my 2-3 a day habit. I’d gained back a few pounds, as well, and I’m not going to be able to pass myself off as a seemingly well to-do 25 year old that way. So I had to quit…again.

“No problem,” I thought to myself with confidence and bravado, “One, it’s only been a couple of weeks; and, two, I’ve done it before… I can do it again.” And, I’m on Day Three.

The thing that amazes me, though, is that I have (again) been having excruciating, all-day, migraine-esque headaches. I’ve been back on the sauce for maybe two weeks! In the beginning of that span, it was only one every other day or so, and it eventually grew to about 2 a day, and 3 in one day possibly once. Granted, that’s no insignificant, but to be going through withdrawals?

Caffeine is a little whiny bitch.

As a reprieve, I’m going to be seeing the Thai Singer tomorrow night and I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up with a coke in my hand (with alcohol). Maybe there’s a god afterall.