It’s only a placeholder because the ditch deepened through the four days of the week. It’s over now, and I’m glad of it.

I think it would be okay if the Internet went away. In the last few days I’ve used very little of it, except for pulling down a few vids at work for offline watching at home. In the last city I used 100 gigs a month of bandwidth. Now I’ve only 20 and I hardly need that much.

It wouldn’t kill distractions, because some of the big ones are offline too.

Anyway. I shouldn’t let you see me like this, spent and twitchy, except that I have to, because it’s the nature of spilling. So; scattered. It’s the elemental truth. Sometimes it’s not belletristic or even art. It’s just consistency, not necessarily consistently good. You put ten thousand hours into something and you’re an expert at it. According to the meme, that poor debased word.