November 21st, 2008
|04:05 pm - Conversation with Dog of the House|
[SCENE: Interior, sunny-cool afternoon. laurawise, in front of the desktop, pops open a Diet Coke and stares at the monitor, sighing.
The Dog of the House lies in Floating-Alligator pose in a stray sunbeam. She rolls her eyes.]
DOG OF THE HOUSE: What is it now?
LAURAWISE: I don't have anything to write about on LJ.
DOG OF THE HOUSE: So?
LAURAWISE: Well, I'm boring... Don't you roll your eyes at me again, Miss Thing.
DOG OF THE HOUSE: [sighs instead]
LAURAWISE: Boring because I've been busy unto madness with work and unexpected and not entirely enjoyable social events, and slightly brain-dead otherwise, and I think I only have maybe five hundred words in me today after that morning lecture-thingy and my hundred-six errands, and...
DOG OF THE HOUSE: Do shut up.
LAURAWISE: Excuse me?
DOG OF THE HOUSE: You're wasting words. Also, it's my suppertime.
LAURAWISE: [turns to LJ audience] I am so sorry, but... apparently I'm wasting words. I send hugs! Good thoughts! And the hope that someday, somehow, I shall be interesting!
DOG OF THE HOUSE: I am always interesting, of course. [before L can speak] No. Remember. Wasting words.
Hugs! Good thoughts! Things That Are Interesting!
I know you know, Chase. It is Just That Time of Year.
Good thoughts, time for your writing, time to breathe!