Hot Baths and Noble Deeds

Today was one of those days when I feel like I got absolutely nothing done. Part of it is that I set unrealistic expectations for myself (e.g. today, I'm going to run 6 miles, and write 10 thank you notes, and finish registering, and translate Book V of the Aeneid and do the next three Greek assignments, and go to Trader Joe's, and fold 5 loads of laundry, and paint my toenails, and only eat healthy food, and go to bed by 10!*). Part of it is also that I moved s o o o o o slowly today. I'm a little scared that my lethargy was partially due to the fact that I had no caffeine this morning. Am I that addicted? Um, apparently yes. It is 8:34 as I type this post, and I am exhausted.

Yet, when I think of a solution to this problem, where a normal person might think, "Hmm. Maybe I should gradually reduce my caffeine intake," I think, "No way in hell am I ever going a day without caffeine. It's clearly too risky." Although I have gotten much better about drinking lots of water--I make myself drink one full glass before any hot liquids in the morning, lots during the day, and a full glass right before I go to bed--I still drink a scary amount of coffee and tea. I'm not one of those people who perks 1 cup of coffee (no less than 4). Or drinks tea out of normal-sized mugs. Oh no. I NEVER order less than a Grande Coffee at Starbucks, and my tea mugs could fit a small child.

So, back to my blah day. Thanks (presumably) to my lack of caffeine, I moved at a positively glacial pace today. And then late afternoon comes, and I get stressed out about how little work I've done, and then evening comes, and I get more stressed out, and then all of a sudden it's 8:00 and I am so overwhelmed that I decided to pour myself and drink, watch 30 Rock with Preston, and blog. Clearly THIS is the way to get through Book V of the Aeneid...

Tomorrow, though, I really really have to plow through my Latin. Ugh. Overall, a pretty blah day. And I'm really afraid that tomorrow will be the same....although I'll try to resist the temptation to listen to Joni Mitchell and Dashboard Confessional exclusively. I promise. Here's to a less-blah day tomorrow. Maybe I'll start the day off with a hot bath, since, in the words of Cassandra Mortmain (one of my favorite literary creations), "Hot baths and noble deeds are the best cures for depression."

* This day is clearly not possible (for me, at least).