The need to have a cup of coffee right now is crushing, but mostly psychologically so. My morning cup is how I signal to myself that the day is starting, and even more, catching up with Facebook and Perez Hilton is just not the same without a little warm kick in the brain.

I talked with a few friends yesterday about this Tweek, and two comments seemed worthy of repeating:

I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for changes in my skin, but I'm worried about the tendency to substitute food for liquid satisfaction. My natural tendency is to eat A LOT. Coffee has always been a great appetite suppressant for me, and I'm concerned that getting rid of it will cause me to compensate with food - either because I'm hungry or because I'm psychologically stressed by the process. I've already had a toaster scramble, and I'm cautiously eying the Thin Mints in my desk drawer.

Last night, co-Tweeker Laura and I went out with a friend for Tapas, and we marked the occasion with Sangria. Honestly, I'm not sure that either Laura or I really wanted Sangria, but we felt like we should drink it anyway, as a "goodbye for now" kind of thing.