Me: Hello, Myself.
Myself: Go away.
Me: Missed your coffee fix this morning, huh?
Myself: Go away.
Me: Dropped your iPOD and busted it into a bajillion teeny weeny pieces?
Myself (growling): [i]Go away.
Me: Oh, I got it. You're suffering writer's block, eh?
Myself (sullenly): Bin-go.
Me: Hey, cheer up. I'm suffering actress's block.
Myself (bored): Oh really.
Me: Yeah I didn't get that part I auditioned for in [i]The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
Myself: My troubles are weightier than thine. I have all this literary creativity bubbling inside me, but I can't think of anything to write about!!! [i]Do you hear me?!!! CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE ABOUT!!!
Me: But you're writing something this very instant.
Myself: I am? I AM!!! [i]EUREKAAAAAA!!!
Me: Yeah well that's all well and good for you but it doesn't help my actress's block. I can't seem to land in a play [i]anywhere.
Myself:
Me (uncomprehending): Uh, yeah.
Myself: And it's only got one part . . .
Me: Yeah . . . ?
Myself: . . . And that one part is for Me . . .
Me: Uh-huh . . .
Myself: So you can have the part!
Both: HURAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!
And I lived happily ever after.
