Today I decided that I’d give up drinking coffee. This is probably going to turn out to be a bad decision, but for the last two days I’ve had a latte at my second- or third- favourite café in Singapore, and I’ve been disgusted by the taste. Same coffee, same barista, nothing seems to have changed apart from me.
I’ve given up coffee in the past, and then I’ve gone back on it and got really ruined by it. I had a January without coffee in 2009 or 2010 (I don’t remember which now – waa probably too dozy at the time) and after I recommenced drinking coffee it gave me much worse highs and lows than I could remember from before. Whereas today, I just felt dreadful from 4pm onwards, which might be caffeine withdrawal or could be sleep deprivation, or worry, or forgetting to drink any water all day long.
Apart from the absence of coffee in my life, little or nothing to report today. La Serpiente went to sleep without screaming at me, I managed to find my watch (under a mountain of diapers) and I spent the evening reading comics. Sometimes, doing nothing is the best thing.