I went to Peet’s Coffee before my art class tonight and ordered a small soy-milk decaf dark chocolate mocha.  Yes, OK, I’m one of THOSE people.  It was evening, I have trouble digesting milk, and if I had my way the chocolate wouldn’t have had sugar in it at all.  So sue me.

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I went to Peet’s Coffee before my art class tonight and ordered a small soy-milk decaf dark chocolate mocha.  Yes, OK, I’m one of THOSE people.  It was evening, I have trouble digesting milk, and if I had my way the chocolate wouldn’t have had sugar in it at all.  So sue me.

Anyway, within ten minutes of finishing it I could tell it wasn’t decaf.

Which is why it’s now 12:52 a.m. and I’m writing this blog post instead of even trying to go to sleep.

Maintaining my schedule is a delicate balance.  It’s still a work in progress.  As I’ve written before, it’s been difficult to regain my sleep cycle since the days started getting shorter, but I finally did it … only to have my schedule thrown to hell by having to manage a rodent invasion.  The rodents have finally been dealt with.  Now I’ve got the the time change looming at the end of the week.  In six more days, I’ll get an extra hour of sleep, at the cost of a precious hour of daylight in the evening.

Not looking forward to it.