If you were to go around the clock face of my surroundings and if you were to start at 9 o'clock, you would see my mouse. But that's normal. What you would see at 10 is an ashtray. A sleek little one but still, a dirty little ashtray. At 11, a can of *Fresh Country Breeze* Deodorizing Air Freshener (when I spray it on the heater I can replicate my own little clothes-dryer exhaust smell) at 11:30, a hotel sized bottle of Neutrogena Lotion. At 12, that's the screen, has to be there. At 1, the new Smog CD, at 2, an empty glass that was engraved with "David" and handed to me at my sister's wedding with dried chocolate milk and a spoon inside. At 3, a fresh pack of Export "A" golds. At 4, a trashcan with cig packs, PayDay candybar wrappers and burrito foil, at 5, recycling strewn about my kitchen floor: Becks bottles, Bud cans, Coke 2 liter and Newcastle Bottles. Too many to count. Should I go on? Not worth looking over my left shoulder.

That's it. My work environment. You get the picture.