In the last couple of weeks I've been living on Diet Coke.
It's one of those periods in which I seem to be chronically tired. Going to sleep too late and barely crawling out of bed in the morning. Rubbing the eyes before noon and being only semi-conscious after lunch. Dozing off throughout the afternoon and then, finally, heading over to the fridge to pick up a Diet Coke, which keeps me going till the evening.
This has become such a habit that I started to worry about developing a dependency on Coke. So this week a short and futile will-vs.-nature battle preceded the inevitable daily walk to the soda fridge.
Today was no exception. I somehow managed to scrape myself out of bed in the morning, rubbed my eyes throughout the morning, and sat like a zombie in front of the computer after lunch. A few hours later it became evident that I was on the verge of falling asleep in the middle of a meeting; I headed, defeated, towards the fridge and collected my daily dosage of Diet Coke.
About half an hour later, after finishing the can, I noticed that the Coke I had picked was decaffeinated.
Zzzzz...