I had an epiphany last week: Why do I wait in line at Starbucks each morning, standing shoulder to shoulder with people who annoy me, just to fork over $3.83 for a beverage that usually arrives late?

Since then, I’ve been making coffee at home each morning (and by “I” I mean “Andrew”), but the preparation and consumption adds at least another 10 minutes onto my routine.

Yesterday, I decided to give up the stuff altogether. After all, I’ve only been drinking coffee daily for a year or so. I went 32 years without a daily caffeine fix; it can’t be too hard to break the habit, right?

As I write this, it’s 2 p.m. and my head is beginning to hurt. Nothing severe, but enough to distract me. I’ll add updates as warranted.

10:35 p.m. update: My head is splitting. The margaritas at tonight’s dinner didn’t help. Let’s hope I feel better tomorrow morning.