the last week or two, i think i have drunk more coffee than anything else and am paying the price for it in some regards. the taste is so good and the ride afterwards is even better. i fear the comedown but you can always blunt it with another cup. i have to endure the irregular sleep patterns, chapped lips, and the acorn poop, but the smell of a brewing pot of coffee makes me forget everything.
this ny times guy hit the nail on the head with everything. this is a must read. [nytimes]