doo doo doo-doo-doo-doo (you know, the clown song)

there are three half glasses of water on my desk- two of which probably taste more like dust than water, at this point. a plastic cup, a mug from yesterday's coffee (or was it saturday?), and a giant bottle of ibuprofen. o'brother, where art thou sits a bit underneath a rolled up poster from the aesma daeva concert i went to see a couple weeks ago. tangents, lots of them... on this desk.

a printed out chord sheet for "little conversations" has a number scribbled on the bottom: the guy who bought my practice amp. camera plugged in, memories of last night's upload and reload... napkins, pictures, a change jar, biore nose strips, some visine (gets the red out) and a miniature, miniature dachshund which will hang from our christmas tree. behind him is the haida carving cast i bought in 2002 in wawa, ontario and it stares at a pack of matches from java bob's, circa 2002 (half used). old no. 7's shot awaits me beyond door number three, with a runner up prize of a mini purple stapler.

there's a compass up above my monitor, that fucking thing is always pointing. how rude.

it's a wonder i manage to focus on anything for longer than five minutes.