  Y'know, I thought of my new resolution to lower my caffeine intake this morning. I woke up around one thirty in the afternoon, feeling like shit with my stomach in my throat and my heart trying to pound out of my chest. I had a vague recollection of calling and talking to my Mom and Dad when I got home around five in the morning. And something suddenly occurred to me. What was this sudden inspiration, you might ask? That it'd be way better if I worried about cutting back on drinking and smoking, instead of coffee. 
