Have you ever noticed that the second cup of coffee you have in a day is never as good as the first? This has been happening a lot to me lately. I drink a cup, think "damn, this is delicious", and go for cuppa deux.
And then I regret it.
Perhaps this is life's way of telling me something. Some kind of obscure message; something worthy of being an ancient Chinese proverb. Then again, maybe it's just telling me:
GET A BIGGER CUP!