different shit, same old day

the best thing i`ve done to the room so far is to add the second clock. the tick of the second hands clashing in such a way that it almost feels nice to just waste time listening. if it wasn`t for the hum of my laptop, the running water upstairs and the cars on Clark, i could probably slip into some kind of hypnotic state just sitting here. and the George Nelson is slightly off so nothing about the rhythm is set in stone. we had some good laughs tonight, watching a game seven we really couldn`t care less about. we provided all the laughs; the play-by-play. too much time goes by between these amazing nights. time has started to pick up speed again. Costa Rica is miles away now. back to me and the ticking clocks. i`ll try to enjoy them while it`s still soothing.