It's day 3 without caffeine. My spirits scrape the ground and my processing slows. I still recognize and admire a quick wit ... but somehow from further away. I've been falling asleep in books. Sleep is sweeter. Time is .... I'm trying to decide if I'm quitting or just kind of detoxing.
I'm not as down as I was yesterday but I do feel like I'm waiting for something and my mind is still leaning toward all that can go wrong. I find myself borrowing worries from way down the road.