I think I'm dying. I'm having withdrawls. I'm not sure I can cope. I'm going to the doctor today for a test to help determine why I'm having dizzy/lightheaded spells, but that is not the source of my torture. It's 7:30am. I'm ready to go, but don't need to leave until 8:00. So I'm sitting here....staring at my espresso machine. "Nothing to eat or drink 4 hours before the test." the instruction sheet said. "Hmmm. Do you really think they mean NOTHING?" I ask my husband. "Yes, I'm sure they mean nothing." How come when something is denied you, that is when you crave it the most? I go many mornings during the week without making a latte, but today it's pure torture. I think I'll go over and smell the beans.