I used to drink 12 or 13 cups of coffee a day. In my own defense, I was working in a coffee shop which sold gourmet beans from exotic places around the globe. It wasn’t a cafe, but a retail shop where you could buy the beans, but not a cup of the stuff. We would have a pot on brew as long as we were open, to offer the customers samples of the decadent beans. I’d grab a cup for the housewife whose arms were draped in bags she’d accumulated in other stores in the mall… and then I would grab one for myself as well. It didn’t matter if it was a dark roast, a Columbian or an Espresso… the rich elixir went down like water. I drank so much that after an 8 hour shift on my feet, I’d go home and scrub soap scum out of the tiles in my bathroom before I rearranged my Tupperware cupboard.