Y'all, life has been cuckoo bananas. For y'all too, I'm sure. Between a full-time job, a lovely little BOTS (biznass on the side), church volunteering Saturday nights and all day Sunday, maintaining friendships, fanning the flames on a budding and wonderful romance, being a good sister and daughter, life is just spinning faster than I can keep up with (and without the goodness of a swishy skirt to enjoy whilst spinning... you know what I mean). As a chronic-busier (one who is busy), I have developed quite the caffeine habit (it's not too bad, though. I can quit anyway time I want. I just don't want to right now). Clearly my body has built up a smidge of a resitance as it's taking me more and more of the cold carbonation (I despise coffee. Despise. So my caffeine comes in the form of diet soda ranging in flavor from lime to cherry to cherry vanilla). Imagine my surprise when falling ill a couple of weeks ago, I combined the seemingly innocent Sudafed Triple Action with my morning Diet Dr. Pepper and felt an incredible burst of energy that caffeine alone hasn't supplied me in years. Since then, each time I stop taking the decongestant, I'm back to the sniffly nastiness, so back on the OTC I go, and back to lots of pop, fizz and zeal. If this is what sick feels like, I don't want to be healthy.