Daffnee

That's it -- I'm breaking up with coffee. Again. My love-hate relationship with cuppa joe is my cheap alternative to alcoholism; every year, I go through the cycle buying back into coffee's hard-core allure (caffiene's the marijuana of academia), making the mistake of drinking too much too late at night, and swearing afterwards that no bean, no matter how exotic or roasted, is worth psychotic dreams, severe dehydration and waking up with a caffinated lump in the throat. Why does coffee have to be so marginally affordable and the classic accessory for the angsty Arts student?