One more cup of coffee 'fore I go

I drank a huge cup of coffee this morning, my first in several days, and it has left me rather jittery. My addiction to coffee is well documented. A few weeks ago I was in a store with my two year old nephew, and he suddenly started screaming, "Look Laura, coffee!" You know it's bad when the toddler recognizes your problem.

Anyway, I have boundless coffee-fueled energy, and instead of working on any number of homework assignments, I'm writing this entry. That's productive, right? Today in creative writing class we were workshopping our poems, just as we had done Tuesday. On Tuesday I shared my sonnet, and gotten some feedback from a guy I'll call AssertiveBoy. AssertiveBoy recommended that I build a link between two images in my poem. I didn't necessarily agree with this suggestion, but I didn't say anything, wanting to wait and see what my professor thought. My professor discussed my sonnet today, disagreeing with AssertiveBoy, saying that he thought the images worked. And AssertiveBoy would not let this go, and kept reinforcing his point. It really got on my nerves. I value opinions of my work, and AssertiveBoy is a good writer, so I did listen to his recommendations. But really, he kept hammering home how he thought that part of my sonnet didn't work, and I wanted to say, "Dude, we get it. Leave it alone already."

I realize I've given this way more thought than it deserves, but whatever. Coffee high, remember? Oh coffee, sweet elixir of life, never leave me.