If we were on a coffee date, I would let you know that I’m not really drinking coffee at all at the moment, so I’d pass. I’m not sure if the coffee has anything to do with it, but I just haven’t slept very well lately, and I’ve had a bit of mood swings. So I’ve stopped drinking coffee for a while to see if maybe things will go back to normal. I now feel tired all day, but I made it 27 years without coffee, so I’m sure I can get back to being a non-coffee drinker again.
If we were on a coffee date, I would likely talk about how I feel a bit stressed out at the moment. Work is super busy, and there are a lot of things spinning around in my head in terms of our move to Sweden. When I get home after a stressful day at work, just thinking about all the things we have to do before we move freaks me out a bit.
If we were on a coffee date, you’d probably hear about how I can’t really drink alcohol any more. This isn’t such a bad thing, but the problem is that I’m not very good at socialising sober, so I spend most days just hanging out with Jeremy or by myself. The last couple of times I’ve tried to drink, I’ve started feeling sick pretty much straight away. A few nights ago I had a cider and got a headache about an hour after drinking it. Back in the day I used to be able to handle quite a few glasses of wine or bottles of cider.
If we were on a coffee date, I’d tell you I haven’t done much crocheting for a while. I sort of got sick of making the same things over and over again. And after trying to make a few new things and failing each time, I sort of lost interest. I’m intending to get back into it at some point though. Just have to wait until I feel like it again.
If we were on a coffee date, I probably wouldn’t be having anything to eat with it. I used to feel hungry all the time, but now it’s the complete opposite. I can go some days without wanting to eat dinner at all. I had a chat to my doctor about it and he just said that loss of appetite is quite common and is something that can come and go. But still I can’t help but worry that something’s not quite right.
If we were on a coffee date, I would tell you that I’m so over all these terrorist attacks all over the world and that something needs to be done about it. I wouldn’t know the first thing about what to do about it though, so I can’t really expect others to either. It’s just so sad to read about it all, and I feel so useless sitting around doing nothing when I want to be able to help somehow.