shower of the damned
MUSE: Hey. ME: You have got to be fucking kidding me. MUSE: I know how it starts. ME: Would you look at the time? MUSE: 1:44 a.m. ME: Yes. MUSE: You're awake. You're showering, even. ME: You know, sometimes I'm not showering to get ideas. In fact, usually I'm just showering because I'm, y'know, gross. MUSE: I know how it starts. ME: I don't care. MUSE: Yes you do. ME: I do not! I'm doing laundry at 1:30 a.m. I'm showering while doing laundry, which is not the most comfortable experience in the world. I've spent the entire day on the computer catching up with writing-related stuff and ignoring this disaster of an apartment, which means I'll be spending my one day of ACTUAL vacation doing housework instead of going to the botanical gardens and, y'know, relaxing. MUSE: So? ME: SO, I'm going to sleep! MUSE: No you're not. ME: Yes I am! MUSE: Oh, quit whining, bitch. ME: Good for you to say. Where the bleeding FUCK have you been? I had...