Wharrgarbl Part Two (I time things poorly or "I picked the wrong day to stop sniffin' glue")

So it's 0432 and I'm one of only two warm-blooded beings on the office floor right now. Actually, come to think of it, the other creature on the floor is a contractor. Even though he's working on my project I don't know if he counts as a warm-blooded creature for that very reason... but I digress. As I was saying, it's 0432 in the morning and I've been awake since my alarm went off forty-give minutes ago at 0345. I went to bed sometime around 2145 last night, so I have something akin to 6 hours of sleep. At least that's how the theory goes. I'm sure tarinfirepelt can relate to the sort of confusion I have about sleep schedules when things like this happen, even if he doesn't have a lot of sympathy for me.

But that's just the problem: I haven't had a sleep schedule so much as I've had a toss-turn-wake-wander-return-to-bed-lather-rinse-repeat schedule. So, I've been working to combine a bit of the advice of markvd and ottr, the main thrust of which is to change a few of my habits. Namely? Cutting out the soda and caffeine that's been the mainstay of my diet for the last year. Monster energy drink? Gone. Diet Pepsi? Gone. Coffee in the morning? Gone (or at best replaced with decaf).

This will be my second day without caffeine. Like a complete idiot I quit cold-turkey on Tuesday night, which made yesterday Day One. I believe that had some hand in the "wharrgarbl" aspect of my day (a 12 hour shift full of dogjawed mouthbreathing project managers and last minute requests and outages certainly didn't help any, either; nor does the state of the house and the impending arrival of my parents on their way back to Minnesota).

I really hope that in a week or so all the withdrawl symptoms cease and, more importantly, I'm able to start sleeping through the night again.

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