If I were a zombie, I’d feed on coffee, not brains. My brain is only half-functional this week even after my two small cups of coffee per day, so I hate to think what it would be like without that much. Just to see if the virtual caffeine perks me up, here’s a cup of coffee from stock.xchng, my favorite site of stock photography.
They have very reasonable terms and cool images, so I highly recommend checking them out.
Nope, that didn’t wake me up. Oh well. Anyway, new review up today: Tobias S. Buckell’s Ragamuffin. Very nearly as good as his debut Crystal Rain, and given how good that one was, that’s saying a lot.
Anyway, I think I’m going to read my Connelly and Masello books next, just because they’re due back at the library on Tuesday. Don’t worry—there’s plenty to come after them!
You should try making a pitcher of feetea (tea + coffee), like I’ve got. Double the caffeine, double the fun. =)
Really though, caffeine doesn’t affect me. Perhaps it’s because I’ve lived all my life on 2-5 cokes per day, and come from a family that never turns off the coffeemaker. Even my little 90-year-old grandma (she’s just as short as you, btw) still drinks coffee and bottled Coca-Cola all day long.
Supposedly the effectiveness of caffeine is partially genetic—a certain portion of the population just metabolizes coffee faster. Me, I’m in the group that can’t have much. More than two cups in a day—three at most and on rare occasions—and I will probably have troubles with acid stomach, insomnia, and/or shakiness.
*twitch*
Does caffeine make you a better writer? Stephen King believes smoking helped with his writing.
Krones: Perhaps in the sense that it’s a sort of daily ritual, that gets me in a relaxed mood. But other than that, probably not.