Is not even 7:45 AM and having been at work now already for over an hour (at least have had breakfast). Delirium seems to be setting in. Bonus is, am beginning to have v. meaningful conversations with self.
Self?
Yes.
Didn't you want to be a writer when you grew up?
Yes.
And here you are, at 7:45 in the morning, pushing a 60-hour week, NOT writing for a living. What is it you do again?
Well, I uh... I make pretty pictures for architects who like to yell at me and look down my shirt.
And that was in your life plan...WHERE?
Listen, Self... May I call you Self?
Yes, but I prefer Inner Goddess.
Ok, Inner Goddess, I don't like where this is going.
Then quit.
No, I mean this conversation. Maybe it's NOT what I wanted to be when I grew up. But maybe I haven't grown up yet. Thought of that?
Fair enough.
Ha! Teach you to argue with yourself! I'm a rhetorical master.
Don't get carried away.
Oh, shut up. I have to go fix the printer. I hear it making strange noises.
Fine. But one more thing...
Yeah?
Who are you dating these days?
Fuck off.