First, what is your relationship with caffeine?
Mine is best described as dependant, but not addicted. Well. Maybe addicted, but the amount of caffeine my body needs to get through a day isn't really that much. Interrupt that daily flow, though, and I suffer. The people around me suffer. The world suffers.
Considering the little bit of caffeine I need to function it seems impossible that I would somehow manage to not provide my body with it for two days in a row. There are really only two reasons I ever give up caffeine, one is pregnancy and two is I can't keep anything down (which complicates a stomach virus, when I should be feeling better I in turn feel like I'm coming down with the flu and get migraines). So imagine my bewilderment when I went to bed early, exausted and with the beginnings of a headache. And then my dismay when a few hours later I woke up with a throbbing, pounding pain in my head.
Shockingly, it took me less than 10 seconds to decide to try the ibuprofen. I almost never take pain meds and when I do it takes me hours of internal debate before I break down and swallow. I'm still surprised I didn't roll over and try to go back to sleep, which never would have happened. If the ibuprofen hadn't been on the night-stand I might have waited, the trip down the stairs to the kitchen seeming overwhelmingly far and the climb back up the stairs resembling Mt. Washington, but lucky for me (who knows why, I can't remember the last time I took one) there they were.
It took a pot of very strong tea and a morning hiding from light and sound before the flu like feelings left. Waste of a morning. So today I had my caffeine and here I am, the headache returning. I purposely gave up sugar this week, but that I can handle, although I really hope I don't get the headache again tonight.
Second: Shall I choose another shawl winner? Okay, I will.
Twenty-five. BONUS QUESTION: If you were Olivia Pope's mother would you lock her up for own good? I mean, really! For someone who is so smart and savvy, there isn't a man on earth that couldn't get her to believe the most outrageous lies, especially if she 'loves' them and she falls for the worst guys. And really, FITZ!? He is disgusting. He gives new meaning to pompous, arrogant, egocentric, narcissistic, self-absorbed, vain, pathetic, over-emotional pig. Olivia is an idiot. Even that doesn't cover my real feelings. I love that show.
EDITED TO ADD: I just finished tonight's episode. This is the Olivia Pope I always want to see!