If it weren't for the coffee,

I'd have no identifiable personality whatsoever.

David Letterman

As I write this, I realize I have spent considerable time discussing my rather sordid relationship with a certain brew. 

Coffee. Boy do I love it. 

There's something unexplainable about hours spent studying at a great coffee joint. The caffeine, the environment, my innate ability to focus on the task at hand. After I get done catching up on my favorite blogs, of course. 

 Last Tuesday morning I was crazy restless. I had no plans, but not enough time to warrant going back home. I also had several journal articles to read in preparation for my new research position... but not a shred of motivation to actually read them.

So I headed to my new favorite haunt. I sat. I thought. I caffeinated. I had lunch. I read two papers. Life seemed a little less bleak.

Here's to finding that perfect place... when you need it most.