You know, the same way one might forget to eat food. I keep a bottle of migraine zappers for this exact occasion when I wake up in the middle of the night with my head exploding and I’m like “oh. right. I’m dependant on a substance. nice fumble, dweeb”
Tried it, not into it. May revisit again later in life but right now the little things are kind of keeping me alive. Besides, fucking up the coffee is grounds for divorce. And divorced from my grounds, I’ll not be.