May 9, 2004

• I'm on a coffee fast. Yesterday around lunch time I realized I hadn't had my morning coffee (terms like 'lunchtime' and 'morning' are relative to my screwy sleep schedule). So today it's yerba maté.

  I have this feeling like I'm almost about to have a headache any time now, that it'll just come bursting through my cranium at the slightest provocation, but it's not quite happening just yet. Sort of like living on the San Andreas fault. If I drink coffee, this situation will either get better or get worse, but if I don't, it'll at least stay this bad. Not that it's really bad.

  I don't like that this drug, coffee, comes with withdrawal symptoms.

  But. I. Really. REALLY. Like coffee.

  I'm trying to guess how long it'll be before I have more coffee. Will it be an automatic wake-up-in-the-morning-and-start-making-coffee-without-really-thinking-about-it that ends the run? Will I somehow need the jittery buzz sometime in the next few days? Will someone offer to buy me a soy latté?

  I still have about a half-pound of beans. What will become of them? They weren't cheap, either.

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