I drank too much coffee today. I usually drink tea and even then I'm trying to cut down on it. Today, I've drank two cups of black coffee. What is up with that? I have to say that I'm not feeling good for it so I do regret it.
Regret is a funny thing. When I think about it, the regret of drinking too much coffee pales in comparison when you compare it to the regret I had as a child when I killed a spider. I've never killed bugs etc. It started when I was small. I can remember stamping on and killing that spider. I remember running in from the garden bawling my eyes out. That one event had such an impact on my life. Since then, I haven't killed anything intentionally. It's mad. I must have been about five or six years old.
Drinking two cups of black coffee first thing doesn't matter and I won't learn much from it. I've already learnt that lesson, I just chose not to bother with the lesson.