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sabineDay: Hey, Sabine! It's Monday!! Time to rise and shine or whatever.
Me: Yeah, yeah.
Day: Here, have some incredibly cracked out dreams to start the day off right!
Me: Um, thanks. Not sure I'll remember the details, but it's obviously a paean to the fantastic fiction I've been enjoying lately. Kudos for an interesting plot!
Day: Don't mention it. Now, as you read your webcomics and wait for coffee, I'd like to introduce you to my spider friend. He's just going to hang out here on your monitor and look for computer bugs. That cool with you?
Me: Yeah, whatever. He looks little and non-poisonous. He can stay.
Day: Oh. Hm. Well, now that you're back with your coffee, how's about the spider pull a ninja and be lurking somewhere on your desk? That freak you out a bit?
Me: Nah. Now he's just obeying the truce: spiders are welcome in my home as long as I don't see them. Excellent coffee this morning, bee-tee-dubs. This new creamer is quite tasty.
Day: Yeah. It is. Say, Sabine, how do you feel about having some menstrual cramps? Would that make today suck a bit more?
Me: Yeah. Great. I'm taking lots of Tylenol for my arm anyway, so I'll probably be able to manage.
Day: Stop it with the positivity! I'm trying to make everything suck.
Me: Can't help it. The sun's shining, Ox is being adorable, and coffee is awesome.
Day: Fine. You force me to bring out the big guns. Have some norovirus or food poisoning. I don't care which.
Me: Well, that's going to be awkward, what with a day full of phone calls, but HEY! Instant diet plan! Food goes in and food goes out.
Day: Stop. It.
Me: No.
Day: Okay, so your hair that you hennaed yesterday? It's going to be all weird and there's nothing you can do about it!
Me: Sez you. I can flat iron it, apply a bit of perfume, and pony tail it. It's still amazingly, wonderfully red.
Day: What. Ever.
Me: Exactly.
Day: Okay, so you can keep the norovirus or food poisoning. I'll have you forget extra tampons, so good luck with whatever you find in your desk--
Me: Not a problem!
Day: --and you can look forward to a day full of bitchy emails and frustrating phone calls.
Me: So, business as usual?
Day: Yeah, pretty much.
Me: Yeah, yeah.
Day: Here, have some incredibly cracked out dreams to start the day off right!
Me: Um, thanks. Not sure I'll remember the details, but it's obviously a paean to the fantastic fiction I've been enjoying lately. Kudos for an interesting plot!
Day: Don't mention it. Now, as you read your webcomics and wait for coffee, I'd like to introduce you to my spider friend. He's just going to hang out here on your monitor and look for computer bugs. That cool with you?
Me: Yeah, whatever. He looks little and non-poisonous. He can stay.
Day: Oh. Hm. Well, now that you're back with your coffee, how's about the spider pull a ninja and be lurking somewhere on your desk? That freak you out a bit?
Me: Nah. Now he's just obeying the truce: spiders are welcome in my home as long as I don't see them. Excellent coffee this morning, bee-tee-dubs. This new creamer is quite tasty.
Day: Yeah. It is. Say, Sabine, how do you feel about having some menstrual cramps? Would that make today suck a bit more?
Me: Yeah. Great. I'm taking lots of Tylenol for my arm anyway, so I'll probably be able to manage.
Day: Stop it with the positivity! I'm trying to make everything suck.
Me: Can't help it. The sun's shining, Ox is being adorable, and coffee is awesome.
Day: Fine. You force me to bring out the big guns. Have some norovirus or food poisoning. I don't care which.
Me: Well, that's going to be awkward, what with a day full of phone calls, but HEY! Instant diet plan! Food goes in and food goes out.
Day: Stop. It.
Me: No.
Day: Okay, so your hair that you hennaed yesterday? It's going to be all weird and there's nothing you can do about it!
Me: Sez you. I can flat iron it, apply a bit of perfume, and pony tail it. It's still amazingly, wonderfully red.
Day: What. Ever.
Me: Exactly.
Day: Okay, so you can keep the norovirus or food poisoning. I'll have you forget extra tampons, so good luck with whatever you find in your desk--
Me: Not a problem!
Day: --and you can look forward to a day full of bitchy emails and frustrating phone calls.
Me: So, business as usual?
Day: Yeah, pretty much.
