rocky is dialed in

the beans needed 1 more day of maturation and a little more twiddling of rocky. now i've got him dialed in, and silvia's adjusted to a good temp, and i'm getting a cup full of spicy pepper.

i'd prefer a cup full of chocolate but at least it's not a cup full of water. and, as i recall, this blend yields more pepper than choco anyhow. if i get back into espresso i'll be getting a new blend.

that's if.

espresso is my gift, my curse. it's clearly my muse. i write and write and never sleep. i couldn't sleep last night. sure, that's mostly because today love comes to town, but there was some component of espresso influence there, i'm sure of it. espresso speeds me the fuck up and makes me write like mad. after a couple shots, i am the great cornholio.

but it's my bane as well. i nearly killed myself in the gym today because i was going too fast and not thinking. i hadn't had my espresso yet but i still blame it. and then i iriitated the heck outta my skin shaving, also prior to the espresso, but still i blame it. its influence spans days.

when i'm drinking the stuff regularly i become obsessed with the equipment. i could get a better grinder, but i know that there's not much improvement to be had over PID silvia, at least not for a reasonable price. still, i lust after $3000 worth of kit to make a single 2oz drink once daily. insanity.

and yet... there's something about the pursuit of 2oz of perfection that makes it worth all the insanity.

insanity and i are close pals.