February 7, 2010
The Superbowl is blaring on multiple televisions around me. I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch the end of it while I get into another novel. Looking at it from a future standpoint, I'd like to say I was a good sport and watched it instead of locking myself up in my room. I don't feel obligated; I want to watch the commercials. Besides, I think I burned too much incense in here last night. I recently found the bag in my nightstand's lower drawer, full of banana, sandalwood and bits of chocolate mocha candle wax from my old apartment.