And boy can I feel it!
Ordering decaf everywhere has been annoying lately. Sometimes restaurants don’t serve it. Sometimes I have to wait for a new pot. Sometimes it’s cold. Sometimes shops have to substitute a sort of similar drink instead of the one I want.
I’ll start with a cup (literal; 8 ounces) of coffee a day and see whether or not my heart explodes. I’m guessing what’ll actually happen is my head will spin off my neck, or I won’t sleep for weeks at a time.