I avoided caffeine for years because of palpitations and panic attacks. Recently, however, I've been making cautious forays back into coffee drinking, mostly because Mr. Iris buys and grinds his own beans and I'm only human, how can I resist that smell?

Yesterday, however, my luck finally ran out. Had a (delicious) coffee at a shop at lunchtime, then didn't refuse when Mr. Iris brought me one in the evening.

No palps. No panic. Stayed awake longer than usual but that was okay because I had tons of interesting things to do thoughts to think. Got to sleep eventually and without undue hassle.

... It's just shy of 5am now, I woke an hour ago and I'm wondering whether I actually want that piercing I enquired about at 10.30 last night (Earlobes, Terry, before you start). I think I probably do, but damned if I didn't make the enquiry in an altered state.