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** The next two chapters are the last before I'm halted by the mini-hiatus! Grrrr...
Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to show your face around here.
Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears.
Better Than Ezra, Porcelain
The drive home was quiet, but he didn't mind.
He was actually a little relieved when Karen fell asleep, leaving him alone with his (torturous, conflicted, neverending) thoughts.
They swam and collided.
A mirage of faces and words and regrets, taunting him to the verge of a migraine.
It was then he'd finally made a list in his head (organized the chaos), now dubbed, Jim Halpert's Guide to A Night of Self-Sabotage (You Dumbass):
- Go to a work party.
- Go to a work party where both Michael and Dwight are in attendance.
- Imagine the looks you and Pam would share every time Dwight (or Michael) made an ass of himself in front of the CFO. So, often.
- Miss the point of girlfriend's joke.
- Not feel jealous (annoyed, yes) - or respond in manner expected - at context of said girlfriend's joke.
- Imagine Pam's face. Then.
- Wonder why Pam got back with Roy, while shooting hoops with CFO.
- Wish you were at Poor Richard's - just to see what they're all doing.
- Spend drive home from work party making lists of ways you are sabotaging yourself, and in doing so, further the destruction.
- And just to make it an even number: Imagine Pam's face. Even when you wish to God you couldn't.
