 In the last three weeks, I'm looking at my calendar. One, two, three, well, it's almost going to be a month. No, three, four weeks. When I'm home, I don't drive to go get a nice coffee. If I want a coffee at home and I haven't because of my issues, I have a hot cup of coffee and I have one. And usually I don't even drink the whole thing. I swear it's more habitual than it is me having to have the caffeine. Five, seven, two.