Cream, no sugar, please

I dropped from three cups of weak coffee per day to two last week, and it went fine and was probably a good thing to do. That hasn't changed the fact that I love coffee these days, in a much stronger way than I used to. When I'm stressed, and I wake up and my primary thought is that I can't possibly get through the workday cheerfully, I think "but I can have coffee!" and it actually perks me up. Starbucks is one of my favorite places to be... and coffee itself seems to upgrade life by about 3 experiential points. It can keep me from crying on a bad day, it can make me downright euphoric on a good day. What is with that? Am I unhealthily addicted? How can something legal be so good?

I went through a bunch of work-email tonight and my self-care bubble just completely popped. Oy. I'm getting tired of being up on the weekends and down on the weekdays... my boss, who was gone last week, will be there tomorrow, and frankly I don't want that to be such a downer. I wish things at work were different. I wonder if I can switch groups. Still, tomorrow should be exciting and fun just by virtue of it being the first day in our new space. There's going to be a champagne toast, and I'll finally get to bring in my Aeron chair, and... need I say it? There will be coffee.