Excerpt from a novel in progress

The hands on the clock mocked me passionately in their fashionably obnoxious way. I watched the numbers as they danced around the shiny centerpiece, laughing hysterically at my disposition. I wanted to choke them all, but my arms weren't quite long enough, so I only screamed obscenities at them until my throat hurt. Those little bastards were just like him. My downfall was their drug and they sucked it up like little soulless vampires, savoring every ounce of their gluttony.-