I recently purchased a new alarm clock. Rather than the quiet, digital kind, it's analog and it ticks. During the night, my room is no longer completely silent, and I was surprised to discover that I find this extremely aggravating. The clock is sort of like that neighborhood dog, seemingly determined to bark all night long, that you try to ignore and hope will shut the fuck up eventually.

But last night, while attempting to be lulled into some sort of sleep (and failing miserably, thank you very much), I wondered:

Is this clock actually keeping the rhythm of my life, metronome-style? Or is it just counting down to my last seconds?

If it's the latter, that's the worst $1.50 I've ever spent.

In the third grade, there was a boy who got in trouble during math class.
The teacher did not like him because he insisted on putting zeroes before numbers.

Example: 00008973

He said he didn't understand why he was getting in trouble.
He said he did it because that's how numbers are written in Mario Brothers.

After that, I was positive I'd marry him.

One day.

Last night, I fell asleep reading the newest IKEA catalogue.

I slept well and dreamed of glorious things.

When I am riding my bicycle, I take a tiny bit of pleasure each time I have to make a car stop and wait for me.

Haha.