Dollarstore Figurine

"What the hell does this thing say? Piano museum? Piano medium?" Some people with, I suspect, an unhealthy relationship with alcohol find themselves staring at little plastic dollar store figurines for extremely inordinate amounts of time trying to discern the irrelevant writings on a chipped inscription; others go to bars or nightclubs or whatever extroverted people do. Yours truly is of the former camp, for better or worse. "Why are the windows blue?" he asks himself, knowing the question is also a pointless one. Momentarily distracted from the most irrelevant question ever seriously pondered by an intelligent human being he hones in on his tinnitus and breathes uneasily; he suspects, ironically, that more of the alcoholics in his own camp are afflicted with tinnitus despite having a fraction the noise exposure as the other. "Well, I guess I'll figure it out tomorrow", he said to himself, knowing that he wouldn't bother. His attention now turned to other matters, ones more likely to explain the fact that he is awake and drunk in the middle of the night staring contemplatively at a piece of plastic. Before he begins the endeavor a wave of self doubt, alien to him before the business his mind was set to tackle, overwhelms him. Whatever he's thinking is almost certainly wrong he knows before even beginning. He stops.