Just between you and me.

So, caffeine -- I've got a bone to pick with you. However, since I only have a small representative of you here, I will be directing this entire rant to my cup of tea.

I thought you and me had an accord? I like you. I like you lots. You come to me in all manner of different forms, yummy drinks and snacks - from the blackest of teas to the darkest of chocolates, from the harshest espresso (mmm) to the bubbliest Diet Coke --- and we both know, when I don't have you at the right time during the day, you send a wicked headache my way to tell me that you miss me. I understand. This is how you deal with most people. It's not my fault that you didn't learn the nicest of social skills.

However, today, you reneged on your pledge, you tricksy chemical compound, you. Instead of the ritual headache, you made me groggy as a bat in the daytime and planted the idea of a nap in my mind, but when I actually lay down, you dragged me in and out of sleep every five minutes. It was not kind, I tell you. I'm still half asleep and not rested, but it's several hours later in the day than it was when I lay down.

It's no fun to feel stressed but too tired (legitimately) to do anything.

To put things more concisely: just gimme a headache next time, mmkay?