Lent and sacrifice

[lamoon]

Well, lent started on Wednesday, and after much internal debate, and prompting from Zach (who is convinced that I have a drinking problem, which I find funny, considering that most of my jokes about drinking are just that: jokes. I drink more some weeks than others, but for the most part I don't worry about it and usually go out once or maybe twice a week and have 3-4 drinks. If I feel like it, I'll have a glass of wine in the evenings. To be honest, it irritated the shit out of me that I felt like I had to explain my choice to not give up drinking for Lent, which is a very personal thing, because he acted all put out and judgmental to me when I said I wasn't. Rather cheeky for someone who insists he's single and doesn't want a girlfriend, me or otherwise) that I ended up ignoring as an effort to control me in some way as I probably challenged him more lately than he is used to, I chose to give up...

Coffee.

(Listens for the collective screeching and wincing from coffee connoisseurs the world over)

I drink it daily, love it, enjoy it, look forward to it every day. I even have my little ritual. Get up in the morning, start the kettle to boil, grind the beans, put them in the press, pour boiling water over it, stir, cover, start email, press the plunger and...ahhhhhh.

I'm on day 4 of just tea as far as hot caffeinated bevvies. No withdrawals but for missing it terribly. I'm craving it. Even decaf, just good coffee. I can't...aahhhhhhh. I should have given up caffeine, but then, it's the coffee I miss, really.

Want a cup right now, in fact.