I'm throwing in the towel, and I'm not doing it in style. It's a sad affair, actually. I'm giving up giving up coffee. The headaches were too much, I feel wretched, it's even harder to get up in the morning, and I have no energy. This is suck.
This woman is giving up the fight, surrendering, yielding to the coffee, relinquishing the battle, and waving the white flag.
Not that it's particularly uplifting to be too awake during some of the things that are happening now, though. I probably won't be tuning in to the president's message tonight, since I can predict both what he'll say and how I'll feel.
These are interesting times.