Soul Cravings [antikvár]

I wake up each morning reminded that all I need to face the day is to breathe deeply of fresh air and to find my way to the nearest Starbucks. Well, actually I live in LA, so I really can live without the fresh air (my lungs have finally adapted to the smog). The caffeine, on the other hand, is essential. Each morning demands its Venti Ipercent "extra hot," wet cappuccino. Before you condemn me, let me assure you it's not an addiction but an appreciation. I can quit anytime, and so I don't need to. I'm convinced coffee is an acquired taste. The aroma is better than the flavor, not to mention the compelling nature of the effect. Science is only now discovering the medicinal value of the sacred bean. If all goes well, it will soon be its own food group. I've never been pregnant (my wife volunteered both times), but I do know the power of cravings. Is my relationship to java a problem? No, espresso is a guilty pleasure, and I am grateful for my dealer . . . um . . . barista. There are cravings within me, though, that pull on me like an addiction. They have always been with me and have even at times tormented me. They go far deeper than any physical addiction ever could. cravings