I need it.
I need it right now.
If I had a twitter feed, I'd probably spend the day typing "I need REAL coffee!" over and over and over. I suspect nobody in the Twitterverse needs that.
Three weeks ago I swore off caffeine.
Caffeine aggravates heartburn. I hate heartburn. Heartburn friggin' hurts. I've had to change my diet or suffer the consequences. I don't like the consequences.
My wife can't have caffeine either. So she normally drinks decaf coffee and has for a long time. Three weeks ago we stopped buying both decaf for her and regular for me and just went with the decaf. It's Folgers, so I don't notice a difference in flavor - though I do think it smells just a little different when it's brewing, not as good.
I drink a lot of coffee. I have for years. I was in the Navy, where we'd sooner do without food and oxygen than coffee and caffeine.
But I just can't do that any more.
The withdrawal symptoms have been unpleasant: lack of alertness, headaches, and I had a hard time concentrating for the first week. People noticed. I left a few online comments in various places that looked a lot like they'd been typed by a monkey with a head wound and decided I'd probably better not comment much anywhere for a while. I seemed to be past it though, now, mostly. However, this morning it's cold and raining and dreary and I hurt all over. I've got a pounding headache and I feel like some invisible force is squeezing my eyeballs in a iron fist.
Decaf just is NOT cutting it this morning, Kids.
I feel like a strung out heroin junkie. I caught myself rummaging through the cupboards hoping maybe, just maybe, I'd find a forgotten stash of Kona beans or some Blue Mountain Dark Roast behind the flour and olive oil. Hell, at this point I would settle for a two day old cup of endlessly boiled Navy midwatch sludge or whatever fell out of the back end of Juan Valdez's burro. No such luck.
I'm going to go take a boiling hot shower and a couple caffeine-free Excedrin and see if that helps.
Back in a bit.