I Drink More Coffee Than Water

Iv'e had a love affair for a long time with Juan Valdez.  If coffee were a country, I would move to it and live within its forests.  If coffee were a scent, I would bathe myself in it.  If coffee were a political party, I would be the number one grassroots volunteer to hit the pavement.  When I expire and depart from this plane of reality, I want to be buried naked in a coffin full of coffee beans. Preferably, Zabar's Kosher Vanilla Nut Beans from Manhattan. Trust me, it will make the viewing a real zinger, especially if life to be 92.  Kiddies, avery your eyes.  

Recently, I have been on some sort of extra special caffeine high.  I wish I could report it has been related to depression, exams etc.   I have basically had insomnia for weeks.  However, the truth of the matter is as I reported to a friend last week is that I bought a new Caprise coffee grinder and a new shipment of beans came in from Zabar's....  The truth is that I just LOVE the stuff...

People in the Over Eater's Anonymous report that their disease can be worse than the other 12 step addictions because you HAVE to walk in a grocery store...you HAVE to eat to live.  Well, I live in a situation almost as bad.  There is a Starbucks on EVERY corner where I live.  AND THEY HAVE DRIVE THROUGHS.  Can you imagine a city in which there is a drive through crack distributor on every corner?  Seattle for addicts?