The British version of the Office caused me to do something stupid. Fiction made me act.
The American version of the Office tortures me about about the fact that I did something stupid. The fiction caused a lot of heartache as well as a gaping hole that pretends to be healed.
Should I say more? Is this the time? Or is just a moment I jot this down and move on? I have an impulse to write but I do not want to go to one spot anymore to do that. I have the thought I may need to go offline to really write what I want.
For now I watch another episode and see the fictional characters from the American version go forward, and for some reason I'm really glad I ended up on this side of the Atlantic despite knowing I somehow eliminated whole chunks of my programming in a series of stupid things that have me now serving as my own warden.
But this is not the time to dwell. I have another hour of productivity at least, maybe more. I put on a DJ from Buenos Aires and I'm content to look forward and try to remember the point of the book.
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