Internal Dialogue

Myself: So, how are things going?
Me: Fine.
Myself: Just fine?
Me: Good...
Myself: Good?
Me: Yeah, good.
Myself: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing.
Myself: You can't talk about it, eh?
Me: Not really.
Myself: Why not?
Me: It wouldn't be "appropriate."
Myself: Oh...that thing again?
Me: Yeah.
Myself: Ugh...that sucks.
Me: It could be worse.
Myself: Sure, you could have a red hot poker in your eye.
Me: See...
Myself: Yeah, that really makes up for it...
Me: Not really, but I'll get by. It will blow over. Things will change.
Myself: Kinda stupid that you're writing about this in a public forum.
Me: Yeah, googlebot might narc on me. He's my number one reader.
Myself: You should know better.
Me: I do know better, that's why this is so vague.
Myself: Sure, if by "vague" you mean "only people who have absolutely no clue about anything you do wont know what you're talking about."
Me: Touché.
Myself: Don't go all Frenchy on me.
Me: Whatever. Don't we have any TV to watch?
Myself: Bones is still "recording." Wink wink.
Me: Riiiight. Oh well, time to get some shut-eye.
Myself: BRILLIANT!
Me: BRILLIANT!