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Sunday, January 9
it's too late baby
it's 7:43 p.m. on a sunday night. it is not time for coffee, though i long for some. this is so wrong, that i can't simply cook up a cup of coffee any time i want. true, i could make decaf. perhaps i will. later.
coffee hygiene
my coffee technology at home is, once again, failing. why? it's nobody else's fault but mine. the buddhist psychology i am focusing on would not care to see me assigning blame but in order to cure this situation i must first own and identify the problem, and not necessarily in that order.
the problem is: my small, traditional stovetop espresso machine needs to be thoroughly cleaned. inside and out. with some soap and steel wool. it has a tinny smell and the taste is compromised. why is it to hard for me to do this?
it isn't. i'm just not in the mood to spend my limited resources on brillo pads when it's time for one of my tarot/hair sessions. and i want pure steel wool, not toxic brillo pads though i adore the logo and box design.
so, i get tangled mercilessly in this dilemma. buy the brillo pads? try to hunt down plain steel wool? it's tough. but something must be done. it's NOT funny.
7:42 PM
