Caffeine withdrawal: update!

I've now reached the 58-hour mark. The spoon-wielding otters have mostly lost interest in trying to dig a mineshaft through my brain. As with everything in life, there's a couple of die-hards who won't give up, but nothing I can't handle. This morning I made the first decaffeinated bowel movement since I was sixteen, and it left me rather shocked.

Somebody suggested that after conquering coffee, I might try giving up alcohol, so I had to punch their putrid face. That has made me feel much better.