Even sugar doesn't help.

It could never be a happy, comfort drink. It simply slaps you in the face with an alert, ever so sober look about you. All it takes is one cup of this and no one is the wiser about your sleepless nights on mommy duty or hangover sessions with your toilet bowl.

Black coffee- no sugar, no creamer. No caramel syrup, no chocolate sprinkles, no whipped cream. Nothing. Only a bitter aftertaste. Gaa! I want to scrape my tounge with a ka-bar. I cry after burning the inside of my mouth with my stark naked drink! I would cry more infact, but I'm so wide awake and switched-on by the straight injection of caffeine into my body that all I can think to do next is start working.