Who am I, and what have I done with me [part N of X]

I was seized this afternoon with a burning desire for iced coffee. Not cappucino, not latte, not The Amazing Frozen Frappucino Thingy I get whenever sweh and I are roving up Rt. 17, but coffee.

I loathe coffee. I always have. It can smell nice, but it always tastes like bitter death.

But I bought it anyways, and am sucking at the straw like a baby on the breast.