my love/hate relationship

i love coffee. i love its sensuous aroma and its rich flavor. i love the caffeine. the sound of it percolating is comforting and familiar. however, it's going to be the death of me. this semester i'm taking How to Make an Ass of yourself in Public 2300, and drinking an entire pot of coffee before i speak to a classroom of my peers is making me a nervous, jittery wreck. if i don't drink it, though, i'm asleep in a puddle of my own drool. i don't know what to do about this conundrum, and i'm too tired to think about it. i'm off for a pre-work nap.