Recently, I had gotten to a scary-ish point in my work week that I had up until this point been able to avoid throughout college and four years in NY.

I was unable to function without my morning cup of coffee.

I would pride myself on following my rule of drinking lattes only for pleasure, during the weekend or in good company. Never because I needed it. That went out the window a few months ago when I was working days in the office and nights on the blog (hey, someone’s gotta do it). It’s weird how I think coffee starts to taste different when it’s a need and no longer a want. I needed to break out of the cycle and sleep-a-thons were not happening soon.

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