Coffee is probably my most beloved, longest-standing vice. I’ve tried several times in the past few years to cut it out of my daily habits, but that never lasts, and quite honestly, I just don’t want to badly enough. I love it. I love being a snob about it. I love the silly subculture of snobby coffee aficionados. I love finding the perfect spot in the perfect coffee shop, and laying out my things and digging into work over a well-made macchiato by a tattooed barista with thick-rimmed glasses. Maybe it’s part of being from Seattle, and our love of brooding in low-lit rooms (everyone’s winter palor looks better in the lamp light), but coffee is simply a love I cannot quit. I’m certain there are worse things to be addicted to.