Tea for who?

I love tea. I think, if the food pyramid were still made of blocks and not pizza slices, tea would be the 6th food group.
Just below bread.
Making it the most important. Ever.
The only problem is the severity of my addiction to it. I find it's the better part of impossible to conduct daily affairs without engaging in a morning tête à tête with a steaming cup of the herbal. It's like coffee, but without fourth-grade-teacher-breath sliding around on your tongue.
Lately, I barely even bask in the loveliness of it long enough to remember what flavor I drank. First it's six spoon sips. Next, five cautious rim slurps. Then, two warmth-inducing swallows. Now I've begun to gulp, and just before I see the bottom of the mug, I start to hate myself.
But I sure love tea.