I know it's terrible but it hasn't killed me yet.
I have the cocoa & Newtons on my balcony while I look out over the 101 freeway and watch the cars zip by. I try to catch a glimpse of the driver's faces so I can make up stories to go along with them, like: the angry guy coming home from the Commerce Casino, a girl who doesn't know that this is the day she'll meet her future husband, and the lady singing along with the radio who's about to cause a six car pileup.
Is this odd behavior? Maybe. I really enjoy it, tho.
People always ask if the freeway is dirty or noisy or disgusting but it really isn't.
In its own spartan way it's quite beautiful.