my roommate, who is a lovely woman i am excited to have found as a temporary livingmate, just put a clock in our kitchen.now, i am pleased as punch that she finally appears to be moving in, settling in. her things are slowly popping up around the apartment--i like that.
but i have a thing about those clocks that tick really loudly. you know the ones--quite popular at stores like target. they usually run on a double-a battery & look cutesy. that's just fine.
but the ticking. oh my god. its like it enters my brain & i can't get it out. greg says i'm being over-dramatic. he doesn't know i'm the kid who had to take the battery out of chris' heirloom clock by taking it off the wall one night as i slept over. or that i used to take the one off my parents' kitchen wall when i was up late studying in high school...the ticking just does me in.
so now. she sleeps late in the a.m. & i have dislodged the battery. i'm finishing a paper for tomorrow; i think i'm justified in doing so. but i also seem to have broken the hour hand. shit. the ultimate irony will be when i realize i can't fix it & have to spend my hard-signed-for-loan money on a loud, ticking clock. woe is me.
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