I lol-ed on my couch.  And then I contemplated how miserable I am.

Truly, I like drinking water.  I just hate the fact that I can't have anything else.  Something about that absolute restriction messes with my mind and amplifies whatever desire I feel for non-water.

In all fairness, today was the first day I was able to make it through the morning without wanting to snort a line of coffee grinds and curl up in the fetal position...although I attribute that mostly to the residual excitement from a first place finish in my poker game last night, and not to a decreasing need/desire for coffee.