It’s kind of like a double edged sword. All I want is a steaming cup of joe. Every ounce of me craves it despite knowing that it will keep me up for hours. I can’t escape it so I give in. The warmth fills me until the cravings subside. I am once again able to concentrate.
I continue to work, knowing all the while that I will not be able to sleep when it is time to go to bed. Despite knowing this, I still feel that drinking the coffee was the right decision for this is better than sleeping.