I'm afraid I've found a new addiction in the local cafe's Tiger Chai Soy Latte. Don't be deceived by its seeming trivialness: this is an expensive addiction. As a matter of fact I've driven the fifteen miles to Java on the Square for this cursed drink on three occasions this week alone, always with the redeeming proclamation that I will study there.

I'm in the cafe at this moment, my drained cup setting next to me, and I most certainly am not studying.