Day two: I am craving that cup of fresh-ground brown. And although I would like to give the stuff up completely I think I'm going to go the decaf route. Perhaps it's more of a behavioral thing, I don't know. Walking to Wawa to retrieve it is more of a ritual that breaks up my day. I could always buy something else. OR I could just collapse completely and get a high octane latte at the little place around the corner.
And then I'd feel like shit.
And then I would get on with it.
