Coffee. It is everything to me. I drink coffee every day. Coffee makes my world go round. I probably drink more of the stuff than I should but alas, it is one of my vices. Every night ends with coffee in my household. Before bed and before extinguishing the kitchen lights, you will find me in front of my sink filling up my coffee pot. I will ceremoniously dump the old grinds and replace them with new ones. I know to click the button on the coffee pot exactly twice in order to set the timer for the morning. Every morning begins with coffee. In the morning, the alarms blare, forcing me from my warm blankets and away from the soft cuddles of my cats.