I was planning to buy an espresso machine today. No “I have been” is correct. For a few months this idea having one in my room was flicking in my mind. Especially since the separation from my previous job—extremely bad one—this thought have been catching me. I have two reasons to buy an espresso machine
1. Make myself wakeful. I’ve got bored with drinking ordinary coffee. The taste can be awful when you try to make it strong.
2. Keep my skill in making steam milk. This is a silly one. I didn’t like the job, but steaming milk. It was so fun. One of those biggest reasons I waited quitting is this. If I did not take interested in that, I must have quitted earlier.

Okay, in short, I didn’t buy it as usual. Even I didn’t go to the store; just went outside and took in another direction to take a stroll for a bit, trying to averting my mind from the idea—wasting money. I won to it today too. I came back home and made instant coffee, which was worse than ordinary coffee, and tried to make believe I was having a good one. Fake powdered milk was acceptable to be regarded as thick milk. You know what? I ended up stopped drinking and putting ice cubes in make taste ambiguous.

Well next time when I am about to stand in front of an espresso machine, try to remember the taste of this coffee.