I love coffee, with milk in the morning and black through the day. I got into coffee in Java, cups of wonderful black stew. Then time in Italy confirmed the addiction. I'm very fond of a shot of espresso every so often to keep things going. I get a bit wonky if I overdo it, eyes pinned back and a sort of throbbing sensation in the head. I have to be careful now later in the day or I never sleep.
I love the scene in the film "Wings of Desire" with Peter Falk (a fallen angel) and Bruno Ganz (an angel). They're standing at a kiosk and Falk is drinking coffee and smoking. Falk tells Ganz about the pleasures of being human and he says you can't imagine how good a cup of coffee and a cigarette is. When Ganz decides to be human the first thing he does is return to the kiosk and try coffee and a cigarette. A look of delight spreads on his face. Later he discovers love and kissing and other things; it's tough being human but it's better than being an angel.
Mmm..... coffee
I think I'll have another cup now.