Ok, I admit it. I'm addicted to coffee. I love everything about it: the sound of it brewing, the smell, the taste, the warmth. But some days, like today, I swear my coffee maker is just toying with me. It knows how much I want a cup and it takes its sweet time. Working extra slowly...drip...drip...drip...and I sit, cup in hand, staring at it in anticipation of that first sip.