My first Monday without coffee

It wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but I think that was due in large part to my weekend spent in mental preparation. I wasn't able to concentrate extremely well at work, which is probably more a result of spending all day on a boring aspect of a project rather than coffee withdrawals.

However, there was one point in the day when existence did seem to end as I knew it. I was staring at the off white of my iMac...and for a few fleeting moments everything became that shade of white. The walls, my desk, the inside of my head. I felt as though I was staring into an all white void, and slowly becoming part of it.

Like a toy machine claw coming to yank me out of my glass case, my roommate Sam brought me back to reality with a text about how mean people at the zoo are. While he was there painting (I think?), he witnessed a dude take a flash photograph point blank in a gibbon's face. Zoos are a great place to restore your faith in humanity. 

While the day went smoother than I expected, I still can't avoid the fact that my afternoon crash involved an almost complete letting go of my grasp on reality.

Maybe on Tuesday I'll let go all the way.