I love my coffee. Without it I can barely function or make it through the day. But it's precisely that fog that induces my most profound daydreams and thoughts - and I kind of like that. It makes me far more creative and introspective, and even if I seem like a half-wit to the rest of the world, inwardly I think I'm brilliant.

Of course there is a catch - no matter how great my thoughts are, I don't have the energy to write them down, and invariably, I forget them. It kind of begs the question, "To java, or not to java?"