The black stuff, Java, rocket fuel, cup of joe, mud.
At one point in my life, I insisted that I never start drinking it because I knew that I would one day become a coffee addict. After my stint across Europe, that was a short lived idea. There is nothing like waking up to the smell of fresh grinds in the morning. Or getting that afternoon pick-me-up with a hot cup of coffee.
First month is done! 1/12, 4/52. Thanks for all the support thus far!