"And I'm always right,right?"
I try to ignore her by pecking at my keyboard.
"I said,right?" She's nothing if not persistent.
"Why are you still talking?" I ask her as I continue to type.
"Because you still aren't listening."
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She's decided I'm a loser and I'm inclined to agree with her. I won't tell her that though.
"Duh.You don't have to tell me anything,remember? I already know everything before you even think it. Because why?"
"Because you're a pain in the ass who lives in my head?"
The slap she gives me upside my very own real live head stings.
"Wrong answer nitwit,"she stands behind me leaning over my shoulder to read the words I'm writing.
"Once more with a little bit of effort,"she's in my ear,her whisper sounds amplified,like somebody pushed the reverb button way past eleven.
Once again I try to ignore her and keep on typing.
"I SAID," she stops with an intentional dramatic pause, waiting for me to pay attention. I keep on writing and she huffs,rolls her eyes,then flicks my left earlobe.
"OW! That hurt! Finger-flicker!"
"Got your attention though didn't I," she sits herself right down on my laptop, more of a hover than a sit.
"You're in my way,c'mon,move,I can't see the screen," it's taking all I have to keep from screeching like a banshee. Hmm, banshees....
"Don't you even *think* of starting something new! Have you heard one word I've said?"
"Actually,I heard every word you said,I'm ignoring you."
"Well that's obvious,c'mon,just say it once and I promise I'll leave you alone."
She thinks I don't know she's got her fingers crossed.
But I play along anyway.
"You are my Great and Wonderful Muse,from whom all ideas flow,the creator of all my thoughts.Ok?"
She grins,"that'll work for now. Now about those banshees..."(less)
