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Jul 28, 2008 10:08

MYSELF: *hits snooze alarm* Don' wanna geddup.

ME: Come on, it'll be fine once we've had coffee.

MYSELF: Don' wan coffee. Wan sleeeep. Too tiiiired.

ME: Come on, we have to get to work and get the mail logged so that we can write our Con report and flail and squee with everyone about the SPN panel. You love flailing and squeeing.

MYSELF: Nooooo. Sleeeep. So tiiired. Why did you make us drive home?

ME: Because it was either that or die because Mr. Bill fell asleep at the wheel and drove us all into something large.

MYSELF: We can't work today. We have to call and quit our job so we can sleep.

ME: A compelling suggestion, but no. Get up. Work. Mail. Con report. And remind Ernie and Mr. Bill to get the pictures off the cameras.

MYSELF: Don't wanna. *sulks*

ME: You can have twice as much coffee as normal, this morning, if you get up right now.

MYSELF: In the pirate mug? It has to be in the pirate mug. And I get to wear heels today.

ME: You cannot wear the three-inchers. Low wedges only.

MYSELF: Fine, but I get another extra cup of coffee before lunch.

ME: Deal.

talking to myself, comic con 2008

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