Ah, post midnight at the work desk. Just you, me, and the creepy wheezing teapot slash mug thing. hrzzznk. It makes a sound like Kris with clogged sinuses, if he were at 1/10th scale. It does it about every 20 seconds or so. hrnnnnk. Very quietly, so it sounds like maybe there's something outside trying to bore into the sidewalk half a mile away, or a blender turning on and off with nothing in it perhaps next door. hrrrrrrnk. Just on the edge of perception, so you'll never have 100% of your concentration available for applying to work and shit like how you're supposed to be doing right now, slacker. Hrnknskz.

Probably the best thing about being awake at this time is the low level of background noise. Sure, there's the teapot thing, but there's no one outside running around in circles because god damn it feels so great. Nobody's really parking their cars or tearing around on motorcycles. Even the ambulances and police cars seem to be keeping it down. It's quiet, quiet, quiet. You could hiss songs to yourself. (I don't, I just hum tunelessly when I want to appear nonchalant. I'm pretty sure it is only effective at making me seem musically inept. Go ahead, hum a bunch of careless notes in a careless little rhythm. hmm, hmm-hm hmmmhm hmmmm! Aw, see? You're retarded.)

Yes, sometimes the sense of humor of andrew is hard to fathom. Is all that stuff coming out of my mouth funny? Or am I on purposely being incoherent because it's my little way of not socializing even though I'm talking? No, I'm pretty sure I meant something when I said it. Er, in the general case, I'm that. But sometimes a funny association in my head comes out as ham-witted nonsense. Fortunately, my closer friends think ham is funny, too. Like the time I followed Kris around his house pretending to brush my teeth and making a teeth brushing sound effect by breathing in and out through exposed teeth. Gee, it sounds so dumb when I write it down like that. note to self: do not attempt to be funny in writing

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