Seven Days

And still no coffee for yours truly. Previously I was sucking back 6-8 cups a day, meaning (for you mathematicians) that I've missed out on about 50 cups. While not intended to be a New Year's resolution, I really had no choice given the questionable stability of my creaking and groaning belly - which has been threatening to explode in a not-so-hilarious-when-it's-actually-happening-to-you South Park-like fashion. Sheesh.

I don't know how long this will last, but I have yet to murder anyone in a caffeine-deprived rage, so, so far so good...