It's So Quiet

It's 3.47 am now. It will be 3.48 in a bit.

The night is feeling strange, and I can't seem to find my way to sleep. So here I am listening to the steady sounds of a ticking clock, the creaking furniture and the comforting tapping of the keyboard as I'm typing this.

Got done with season 1 of Deadwood. Started on the first episode of season 2 yesterday. It's brilliant how Bullock always seethes with a quiet rage - even when he's bonking the widow, and I find myself liking Swearengen more and more for his undeniable style and how he revels in who he is despite the fact that he's an evil bastard.

It's 4am now, and the fridge just stopped humming. It's a little bit more quiet now.

Nine Inch Nails are going to quit touring soon. I've never seen them in concert. Always wanted to. Always thought I would, but apparently I just might never. That makes me a little bit sad, cause it's the one band I most want to.

Time really flies. It's already soon to be March 2009. Heck, its already 4.09 am.

It's still oh so quiet now. The clock still ticks. And even if the clock stops, the ticking won't.

4.13am. Silent. Still. Tranquil. And I'm reeling from the solitude of a night in the city.

Jere