For some unfathomable reason, our faculty lounge — the oasis of some 60 or 70 teachers, administrators, and staff — only has one coffee machine. And since we’re all harried coffee drinkers, it’s not uncommon to stumble into the lounge hoping for the sweet black nectar of the gods only to find that sad empty pot, drained of its goodness by a former douche teacher who didn’t take the time to brew another pot. Or — and this happens to me all the time — ONE CUP of coffee is left whirling around the bottom of the pot, which makes me the potential douche if I don’t refill it. I always refill it. I always remark that I’m refilling it. (Yes, I’m one of those.)
I had a late-ish night last night (still dating the new guy and wowsa!), so I was definitely a bit tired today. I had a cup of coffee at home. It was nice. Then I got to work, ready for my second cup; of course, the coffee pot was all but drained so I had to make a fresh pot. An hour later, I felt the need for a third cup, so I headed over to the faculty lounge, and you guessed it, I needed to make another pot. So I did. And then another time. And then another.
It wasn’t until I was making my FIFTH POT that I realized that before 1 pm, I’d had six cups of coffee. At the time I was a little pissy because somehow I was making coffee for the entire faculty, but in retrospect the real horror is that I had six cups of coffee in the space of about five or so hours. You know what’s the real kicker? I’m having another cup right now. (Have to stay awake for another date with the new guy, wowsa.)
It’s clear to me that I drink entirely too much coffee. One cup a day is fine. Maybe even two, if the day is long and crazy. But five? On a relatively ordinary day? What? Not only is that coffee coming at me with its milk and half and half (I don’t need so much, really), but that caffeine is probably killing all my systems and messing with everything. The worst part is that the reason why I felt I needed so much coffee had little to do with energy and more to do with thirst. I was thirsty. Water would have done the job. In fact, water would have done a much better job and wouldn’t have actively dehydrated me as coffee does.
Today was a bit of an anomaly with the water — I usually drink two 32-oz Nalgenes a day — but I’d left my water bottle at home, so the problem was more acute. But even on days when I have my water bottle, I still am too prone to refilling my coffee cup than I am refilling the bottle. On average, I probably have three cups of coffee a day, and it’s actually probably more.
Recently my sleep has been a little weird (I wake up for no reason), and I’ve been blaming it on stress and lack of exercise. But could coffee be a co-culprit?
All this to say it has to stop. One cup of coffee in the morning before work is enough. No more coffee after that. NEW RULE.