You always return to your Dark Master.

Early night from school tonight, just a final exam and go home, gotta love it.

This marks my second day back sucking from the sweet teat of Starbucks. Lately I've been getting up too late to make coffee so for two weeks I have gone without my morning jolt.

My co-workers have noted a palpable difference.

"Jeez Rob, you look like you're really on edge", one of them noted. I slowed my brain down and took a quick self-check. Eyes darting rapidly, sentences slurred, mind unable to hold focus, leg extra jumpy like Thumper on a meth binge...and yet it was the most productive I had been in a while.

"Just got alot of stuff on my mind", I mumbled. "Very busy". Which I was.

Now common sense, which is hard to come by these days, dictates that when your actions cause you to look like you're about to stroke out, it's probably best to change your ways.

But I know it's temporary, all it takes is the first couple of hits and everything will smooth itself out.