|Self: Are you ever going to write another blog post?
Me: Leave me alone, I'm in a funk.
Self: That's not very nice. You've been writing on that one reflection about your hairdresser for about six months, haven't you?
Me: I said I was in a funk.
Self: Well, you know you received that nice letter from that lady in Kalamazoo wanting to know what the ending was...
Me: Okay...I'll work on it later. Now, leave me alone, I'm visiting Sister up north and I'm freezing to death. Plus, I can't find any sweet tea anywhere...
Self: That explains it! No sweet tea makes for a very grumpy middle-aged fat woman...Maybe, you should make your own!
Me: I think you're right.