Coffee, Feet & Evils

Since I accidentally slept until four in the afternoon, I have decided to stay awake tonight after all. As long as I go to bed late enough that I'll be able to make it through most of Sunday without behaving like a zombie, my mother's visit shouldn't be a problem. The only question is how to accomplish that. I'm seriously considering coffee, even though I've never liked the stuff. Maybe if I make it mild for a start and keep slowly adding small amounts of sugar and possibly milk (lactose-free, of course), I will eventually end up with something that I can at least imagine drinking one cup of ...

Today hasn't been so bad. I made an effort to identify and get rid of any small annoyances that could have made my mood even worse, such as cold feet et cetera (but now they're already cold again, dammit). I also haven't been quite as tired, though not nearly as well-rested as one might think after I didn't get up until 4 pm. Still, it helped. Fortunately my heart has kept quiet as well, but my lungs have been hurting a little and feeling all-around weird. Isn't it strange that I consider this potentially dangerous problem a lesser evil than adrenaline rushes and restlessness? Goes to show how much that tends to affect me. Come to think of it, funny that I haven't had any panic attacks about the asthma thing. I am worried, but not that much.

Guess I'll go and try to find another way to warm up my feet, then.