Today is day 3 in my siege. I'm quitting soft-drinks and this has been by far the worst day. I think the efficacy of Motrin and Tylenol have worn thin. I feel like I've been hit by a small train in my head, the backs of my arms, and my left sinus. Though I've been allowing myself one 12oz. can of Pepsi each morning, it still is nowhere near enough caffeine/sugar to keep my body from reacting.

I don't think the Nicorette helped at all, and I'm not really sure the Vivarin is doing anything either. I've been using these throbbing headaches and body tremors as an opportunity to focus and remind myself why I'm trying to quit this madness but they got so bad this afternoon I nearly headed towards the Zip-Mart in search of that evil nectar, Sun-drop.

For some reason, I think I know what it feels like to be on Fox's hit television show, COPS. I'm a worn out caffeine druggy who can't shake the habit and has to go to jail for going to the local gas station and picking up a 20oz of the good stuff. My shirt is ragged, my jeans are hanging off my body, and I can't sit still on the curb while the officer tries to get the story from the other guy. I'm hoping tomorrow will be easier.