Scene: Conversation with self, in car.
Setting: blue minivan.
Background music: Audio book, “The Road”
Self: I am really tired. Maybe I could take the day off tomorrow.
Other Self: A day off would be great!
Self: I know, right? I’ve really been busting my ass lately, and today’s killer migraine WHILE I’VE STILL GOT SHIT TO DO is a reminder that maybe I could slow down a bit.
Other Self: You could do anything you wanted to do with a day off.
Self: I know! Maybe a friend would want to go get lunch, or something. We could take as long as we wanted! I wouldn’t have to rush!
Other Self: And you could get some stuff done that you haven’t had time for.
Self: I KNOW! Like, clean off my desk! And I’ve been thinking of moving that one bookshelf…
Other Self: And maybe you could wind some of that dry yarn.
Self: Well, that would kind of be like work…
Other Self: But you could watch TV while you do it!
Self: Er… I already watch TV when I wind yarn. Or at least listen to it.
Other Self: Yeah, but it really needs to be done.
Self: Well, I could… clean off my desk, wind a few skeins, and then move that bookshelf…
Other Self: That won’t take long. Maybe you could pour some molds before you start that, since then you really don’t have to pay attention to the molds for a few hours.
Self: But… all the yarn is hanging above where I pour the molds. I can’t pour anything right now until I … er… get that yarn wound.
Other Self: I KNOW, RIGHT?! Then maybe you should wind yarn all day tomorrow.
Self: But.. but I kind of wanted a day off.
Other Self: Only doing one thing is kind of like taking a day off, isn’t it? When you normally try to do three or four things?
Self: Shut up.
Other Self: Make me.
Self: I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?!
Other Self: I DON’T HEAR YOU LALALALALALALALALA
Cormac McCarthy: You are actually more depressing than I am.