I am a coffee addict, drinking 16 cups on some of the last days of last semester. It has now been almost three days since my last cup of coffee. I feel agitated, ill, and a bit cantankerous. I spent all evening curled up in front of the television, drawing the hood of my wool parka tight, drinking shiraz and snacking on strong cheddar and dark chocolate. Every time I close my eyes, I see hot, black cups of coffee, and imagine the bitter taste on my lips. I don’t suffer the worst of withdrawals: I haven’t had the headaches that most people report. But I have had a constant, muted pain in my sinuses.
My goal is to abstain until I am back in Chicago. Then, I am going to Intelligentsia to enjoy the best coffee of my life.