Tragic love story...

Caffeine is a lover of mine. Waking early in the morning, seducing me out of bed to partake in all his glory. Morning is when I get my big fix of this amorous friend of mine. One cup...two cups...4 cups..sometimes I make it up to 6 cups if I'm lucky.

Throughout the day, he calls to me...lustfully, I answer the call mid-afternoon. He is my cool, effervescent companion before sleep takes over as my nightly affair.

Alas, I know I must stop the temptation, so I can enjoy my stronger affair with sleep. I will only see my future ex-lover in the morning when sleep leaves me all alone. Yes, I will be tempted and may even give in to my strong desire for my 'afternoon delight', but I will try so hard to make it a nice little wake-up call of only 2 cups...drastic reduction that will be heartbreaking for my lover and for me.

**froggy** (lack of afternoon and evening caffeine has rendered me temporarily insame)