To be clear, I was okay with that, because let’s be real, I love Felix, and it didn’t hurt that two of the three non-functioning clocks were stuck around four after ten (aka the approx time for Torres’ clock drawing on his letter to Ross) Anyways, the maintenance man fixed two of my clocks today, because it was apparently bothering him. I was a little dismayed at this, because I kind of viewed it as a peaceful sign of sorts, but I let it go after a quick text to emilyvanhoff.
Lo and behold, I come back from lunch and errands, and one of the two clocks has quit working again. This sounds like I am the owner of a broken clock, but I am maintaining that this particular clock (which looks a lot like a Felix clock, by the way) has raised its hypothetical fist in the air to say “Damn the man!”
I am so in love with my fantasy world. Hah
Blog title: Andrew Bird’s Oh so Insistent