Yankee

How ya feeling?

Tactile-wise or emotional wise?

Both.

Strangely tired for a change. It's 10:00 at night and I'm actually tired for once.

Emotionally, I'm doing alright at the moment. Work has finally settled down, I posted another update to Bill's adventure, I made some kickass shrimp ravioli for dinner and it's the first of March.

Odd that you would be tired. You're usually up until 1 AM or later, aren't you?

Yeah, usually. I'm not accustomed to being fatigued at what would be considered a normal bedtime. I can't get my brain to shut up usually.

So, what would you like to talk about today?

Don't know. I am to the point now where I'd rather be lazy for today. Only reason I posted today was really just to tell the world that I'm still kickin'.

Well, that sounds like a boring entry.

Well, I don't remember asking you.

Can't you make something up then? At least give us something to show for the time we spent waiting...

Fine. You want something? Here goes...

Once upon a time, the end.

Oh, for fuck's sake! What has crawled up your ass and died today?

Robert cranky. Want sleep.

You're such a gorram baby, you know that?

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa waa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA!

You're absolutely useless, you know? Fine. You want to be Sally Sobsalot, be my effin' guest. Big baby. No wonder why it's been ages since you've been...

Whoa. Stop. Right there. I'm grouchy and whiny today, yes, but there's no need to get nasty about it.

I was going to say that it has been ages since you've been young enough to cry like a freaking child, but holy Jebus, what an admission!

Shut up.

I mean, damn, I had no idea it would be THAT easy to trick you into telling the WHOLE world about it...

Get lost, Voice, I'm in no mood to...

And just WAIT until you actually hit "post new entry!" Then the whole planet will KNOW your shame! Hahahahahaha!

Yeah, but it won't be as bad as me mentioning the fact to your boss that I caught you sleeping on the job as well as the discovery of the twelve pack of Mountain Dew and the ocelot that you put in his office.

...

Oh, yes, and dare I forget the fact that I caught you snogging his wife at the 7-11 last night?

You saw that? Wait, you saw nothing. I am invisible, after all.

Details, details. You know what? Screw this, I'm going to bed.

Fine. Get some sleep and perhaps you'll be in a better humour tomorrow.

Fine. G'night, Voice.