Man, we are slow at the office. Epic slow. Painful slow.
The storm systems are killing our sales and everyone here is done with their day by like 9:30. Going on week two.
…This is a good chance to do things like get paid to learn lines. Which is what I should be taking advantage of right now, and not beating computer keys with my fingers, on a blog that has about as much plot purpose as a Seinfeld episode.
I have a purpose, but am choosing to ignore it. Some more. As I’ve already been ignoring it a lot to begin with. But now I’m putting in writing that as soon as I get done with this SUPER informative episode of literary genius, I will immediately bust out my script and continue on with learning Act Two.
You are my witness.
…Course, I could choose to ignore all that last paragraph and stream more Netflix instead…how the hell would you know…but I won’t. I will be the responsible actor that I should be. I will fill up my coffee cup. I will pull out my cue sheets. I will open my script to page whatever-I’m-on, and roll it up in my fist, while pacing my office, stabbing the air occasionally with my word-sword as I chant sentences in repeat sessions like a fixated schizophrenic.
…In this case: an overbearing Canadian Mother schizophrenic.
…I still have NO IDEA what the hell that even means…but I’ll figure that out later.
First come the words.
…And the words from the page.
…And the page is in that bag over there.
…And if I just suck it up, and get to it…I bet I can be off book by 2pm.
…None of which will happen if I stay here.
…Doing this.
…Which has now just become a sad final attempt at procrastination.
…Involving ellipses as a bastard version of a postscript in which there was nothing to be said even in the main letter.
…The end.
P.S. No, but really.
~D
