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My big mistake, other than getting out of bed this morning before the phone forced me to, was that second cup of coffee. Or maybe it was the first cup of coffee, because that’s what led to the second one. I came out of the coffee house a little bouncy, like Tigger. Before the afternoon was over I was doing the full Eeyore (more or less as usual).
Another mistake was investing so much time and emotion into the Big Brother live feeds that I felt betrayed when they were off (replaced by the fish tank) for most of the day. Just when I was becoming convinced I was getting my money’s worth, CBS pulls the rug out from under me. I probably shouldn’t have watched the fish tank all day, but I was hoping to see those people return to my monitor, slapping each other and tearing each other’s hair out. What a disappointment.
This blackout had better turn out to be worth it. Slapping and hair tearing wouldn’t be enough to justify a full day without my hamster fix. Plus, that fish tank is making me have to pee more often than a human being with a normal sized bladder should. Bubbles, bubbles, all day long. I’m slightly manic about it, but it could be that the extra caffeine made me just a little too alert. Although these are some of the most interesting fish I’ve seen, and they have more personality than half of the house guests.
For some reason (and I think we all know what it is), I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything for more than ten minutes at a time all day long. That doesn’t mean I didn’t get any work done. I started several projects, in fact. I just didn’t get very far with any of them. And I left a whole lot of stuff to do tomorrow, which shapes up to be just another working Saturday (with fish and bubbles). This time I have nothing to blame but my own weakness (not that I wouldn’t have found plenty to do tomorrow even if I’d put in eight or ten productive hours today; we know better than that).
I tried, really tried, to watch two different movies tonight. I didn’t get much out of either of them, but I let them play all the way through and I’ll mail them back to Netflix tomorrow. The upside is that I’ll no doubt forget I’ve “seen” them, rent them again, and thoroughly enjoy them. Or perhaps not.
You know, it’s now almost midnight and I can still feel that stuff in my system. I want to say I’ve learned my lesson, but it’s the same lesson I thought I’d learned oh so many times before. I guess I’ve had an old lesson reinforced, which should keep me sucking decaf for a good long time. Or herbal tea or lemonade; anything but this. | 
