3rd
Having been there many times, I sympathize with the java junkies. I have a cup in the morning, every day, without fail. If I don’t, there is trouble. Anyone who has had the dreaded “coffee headache” knows what I mean. A debilitating throbbing inability to reason, manifested as pain. It happens if you’re a regular coffee drinker and you stop abruptly. Of all drugs, this is not one to go off of cold turkey, unless you have a vacation planned with nothing to do but roll around and moan for three days, a small crew of geishas, a shaman healer and opiates. But don’t despair, cut down, get a medium for a few weeks instead of a large, then drink a small for a while, eventually you can stop without a visit from the java devils. Inspired by this thread, I’ll be losing this monkey entirely soon. Out of curiosity as much as anything. I haven’t had a day without coffee since high school. Wish me luck. Meanwhile, here is a song to sooth the savage beans.
rach:
New York Magazine delves into why we love the jolt of morning coffee—and if that’s a good thing or not. Apparently we are all killing our insides and crashing like propellerless planes because of the stuff. But then, it’s also good for you. But not if you’re nursing. Or needing sleep. Or slightly crazy.
