I want to die.
(“Oh,” I hear you say. “That means it must be a weekday.”)
But I want to die even more than usual. Because today I consumed no caffeine and no sugar.
I did this because I hoped that taking such a step might allow me to wake up tomorrow at some point later than 6:00 a.m., the hour at which I have been sitting bolt upright in bed every morning for the last month.
We’ll see if it works, but even if it does I think I’m going to have to settle for being awake at that hour rather than giving up Diet Coke and M&Ms.
Because this is so horrible as to defy description.