Considered quitting coffee, decided against it. Not that I don't think that might have benefits, but I want to draw a fucking line somewhere. There's already a lot of shit I willingly sacrificed. Not that I regret any of it. But coffee? Fuck no. Purism can end you on your own stake, set ablaze by your own torch. So I'll stick to our dear lady insomnia and her sacred liquid. I can't overdo it anymore, but two cans of espresso is something I will be able to avoid. That was just dumb. Wow. Three weeks. I mean, there where a lot of close moments, but hey, thats not too shabby.