I don't know if this little insight is worth anything but it might explain why so many afternoons do go south, if I am constantly anticipating that very thing.
there are times when I'd like to be almost anyone but me. I've dreaded every afternoon of my life since I can remember. that first cup of coffee in the morning marks the beginning of the long decline and as enjoyable as it is it doesn't make up for the abiding angst that builds after the first half hour of enjoying fresh consciousness.
I suppose it beats waking up in a panic but I really would like to know what it is like not to expect to feel lousy every single day.
it's not just coffee crash. it started long before my coffee habit.