2002-06-29 - ?:?? AM

My silent counting is impeded by shiny distractions, like angry wooden parrots and squeezy toys whose eyes pop out. My mind runs away and I cannot control how fast or slow the numbers go by. The counting becomes rhythmical and surges like a toy grasping for power the last moments before it runs out of double A batteries (it's always double A). The numbers flip upside-down and defy gravity as I am trying to count them.