Might as well face it

[To Robert Palmer's Addicted to Love]

The lights are on, but you're not home
your mind is not your own
your heart sweats, your body shakes
another cup is what it takes

You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another cup is all you need

chorus:
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to tea

You see the signs, but you can't read
You're running at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another cup and you'll be fine, a one-track mind

You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do

[chorus]

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
Your heart sweats your teeth grind
Another cup and you'll be fine

[chorus]

Might as well face it, you're addicted to tea

To be fair, all I did was replace 'love' with 'tea,' hardly a creative act, but it works for me. (You could probably even replace it with 'coffee' since the song doesn't seem to have a meter, never mind a rhyme.) The point is, I can't believe I've become addicted to tea. But there is something almost seductive about tea: it's soothing, almost a comfort food, to be enjoyed morning, noon, and night, and 3-4 times in between.  I've even been known to pack tea bags on trips.

Fortunately, Jess and I have switched to decaf at home, or I'd be buzzing with the worst coffee fiends. And should I ever visit you, be sure to have plenty of the 'good stuff' (i.e. NOT Lipton) on hand, or there will be a midnight run to the local supermarket.