sound pollution

Another shot poured and sunk, another step closer to unconsciousness. Seeking the numb quiet of silence. Peace. Every minute deflecting random attacks at linear time, clocks ticking away hour-long seconds. Scenes shifting midthought, playing destructo with logic patterns. Raging arguements trapped in the skull ... all yours. Filterless and staggering under the onslaught of everyday volumes, a constant distraction. That nasty hum from the flourescents, the ping of a dozen computers, 3 different tunes and several conversations all bounced into your dull beige cubicle brain.

Where was I?

No wonder I talk to my plants.