Aller Anfang ist schwer.

Anfang ist anfang.

One, two, three four 

 One, two, three, four, five, six 

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six, 

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six,

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six,

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six,

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

Something isn't right.

Like something slipped away from me.

What is it? 
I can't put my finger on it.

What am I even doing here?
 I'm supposed to arrive at work.

I'm supposed to walk toward my cubicle.

I'm just on autopilot, running my routine.

Did my daily program crash? 
When code runs, 
it should run straight through without interruption, 
until all of its tasks have been completed.

Unless something goes wrong.

A runtime error.
Again.

Sometimes, corrupted memory can lead to one.

Is that what's happening to me right now? 
A runtime error? 

Every morning starts like this.

Thankfully, 
I'm able to tune most of it out.

When people talk like this, 
they're either insecure, 
or they're full of shame.

Which one do you think it is? 

Shit.

That was meant for you, my silent observer.

I'm really off today.

Really? 
Is this gonna end up being a beautiful accident.

She does raise a good question.

What did I do this weekend?

Hey, thanks for letting me confide in you.

Uh, just don't tell any of the guys about this.

Cool? 
It's hard what she just did.

Opening up face-to-face, 
which is why I probably talk to you, my silent observer.

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