junkie

I finally had the yummalicious coffee drinking experience that I'd been craving.  I just made some for myself.  Dug out the French press, and even with beans that had been sitting around since I was a regular imbiber (it's all about proper storage, people: NO freezer, NO fridge, just airtight, baby) I managed to make a fabulous cup of rich, cocoa infused, joe--strong and complex and sweet.  And just like it's supposed to, it made me mighty happy.  And kinda jazzed.  Pretty much all day.  Bed time rolled around, and I wasn't tired.  Even with the time change.  This morning, I went back to decaf.  I like the fact that I'm drinking it for fun now, on the weekends, instead of just to drag myself through my work day.  Of course, I understand the nature of addiction, and know it's just a matter of time before I'm drinking it daily again.  Until then, I'm just going to enjoy playing around with my brain chemistry.