[ oo9 ]
5 PM
Okay, it's day number... uh... shoot, I think I lost track. Why didn't I think to date these? I guess it's not a huge deal, but it also kind of sucks. I want to know how many days of work I'm missing while I'm stuck here, you know? I don't actually know where I am. I mean everyone acts like it's New York, but I've gone to Scranton and nothing is there. Dunder Mifflin isn't there, my house isn't there... nothing. I guess Chili's is there. None of the phone numbers in my address book work. I'm in like some... twilight... negative zone. And I'm trying, really really hard, to get used to it without freaking out or losing my mind and that's just when things get weirder. I can't... play along forever.
[ A long exhale. ]
Whew. That. Was building up. I need to turn this thing on more often, huh? Really therapeutic, sort of. I've been really busy lately so I sort of fell out of the habit. Made some new friends though. And Bernard the Bard is getting tons of business. Genius or what? And they say I'm a bad salesman.
All right, gonna grab some chow. Catch you later, Nard Dog. Don't be a stranger.
[ Clicks off. ]