I am.
I'm addicted.
I think about it all the time. I have to have it first thing in the morning. I can't wait until I get my next fix and today, I drove out of my way to get it. And what's even weirder? My pee smells like coffee. It's for sure an addiction.
In all fairness, I do have better things to do than to sniff my ummm.....urine, but I am a health educator by trade and weirdities of the body fascinate me. (See Grossology books) Because I am who I am I googled this phenomenon may occur and it seems that it's something genetic; 1 in 4 are able to smell the odor of coffee in urine. Hey. Don't be jealous I'm gifted and you probably aren't. I also got exactly one copy of Factor V Leiden. Super jealous now, aren't you? Apparently, it means my kidneys are doing their job and getting the caffeine and other coffee delights out of my system. Thanks, kidneys!
I know it's a little late to jump on the Lent train, but I'm shoving coffee off the bus (see how I used two modes of transportation in one bad sentence?) for a week. That's right, folks. An entire week - no coffee.
Goodbye, my true love. Until next week.
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