I don't blame myself so much as I blame Josh. He bought me my first cappuccino. I drank it all, even though I wasn't such a fan back then. One late nighter with the gang, and I overdid it. I can still taste the French Vanilla flavor of the coffee I drank the morning after, to keep me awake. That is where it started. By the end of my first week at harp camp, I was drinking up to 5 cups a day. Slowly, I weaned myself from java (the nectar of the gods). Given, every now and again I would indulge in such gleeful poison. But, for 2 1/2 years, I kept it under control. That is, until my family purchased a coffee maker, this last winter. It started out alright at first. A cup here, a cup there... Maybe a couple times a week. But today was different. My family made over 10 cups in the coffee maker. Then, despite all logical expectations, they left me home alone. Innocently enough, I just wanted a cup to help me focus, with this dreary weather. I had forgotten how good the buzz felt, surging through my veins. And so, four cups later, I sit at the computer, openly confessing my problem. Perhaps there is a cure, you say? If so, let us then dispense with HelloGoobye's addicting music as well. Until then, I'll be upstairs having a warm cup of coffee... | 
