Bi-polar Coffee Machine of Doom+4.

So I think I need to cut caffiene out of my diet. 

I managed to get through the day with nary a negative thought, and then it hits me; my dad got a coffee machine for christmas. I get to it, make myself 3 cups, drink them, and Ryan is warm and fuzzy and happy, then bamf. 

I managed to go from completely happy to tormentingly angry, then to hyper, then to depressed, in the space of about 5 minutes. The whole self-confidence thing was going pretty good, as well. I've always had problems with self-confidence; it ranges from disgustingly bad to grotesquely arrogant, with nothing in between. One of my not-new-years resolutions was to rein that in; to be more confident and less gloaty at the same time, but as soon as I had that caffiene it all went tits up.

Strange. Whatever.

Band today, hopefully. I'm still pissed off and it's 2:20AM, so I'll probably still feel this way in the morning. I predict bleeding hands, aching wrists and broken snare skins.