The Desk.

I've come to the realization that he's a better man than I. I should give up now (I should have never started), but I can't allow myself to do that. I'm Watson; I have a name to uphold. If I can't succeed in this then nothing else matters. This is the only endeavor in which I've ever had an edge over anybody, and that's only been because of my acting. It's time to do it for real. It's time for me to become the man I should have always been. For the name of Watson, for the name of the South, I have to win this battle. But now the battle is with myself. I meant what I said, but all I seem to do is drift farther away from that, and from her. The funny part is that it was never about her. Someone asked me today if she's who the away message is about. Of course she is, but not just her specifically. In fact it's more about him, and about everybody who constantly reminds me what a jerk I've been sometimes. Well, not a jerk so much as just not a good as I should be. Now Tim, there's a jerk. And Chris is the bastard son of a traitor. Is that what I've been reduced to? I know I'm better than them. At least I was, a long time ago.

My toe is oozing.