Conscience: You should edit a few pages today, at least
Me: Hm, nah
Conscience: You haven't edited a thing in thirteen days
Me: Whose counting?
Conscience: I am
Me: But why? The story sucks
Conscience: That's why we edit
Me: Easy for you to say, you don't have to do the work
Conscience: Just do one page
Me: Why?
Conscience: Because I said so
Me: Now you sound like me
Conscience: I am you, genius
Me: Sheesh, don't have to be mean about it
Conscience: Open your laptop
Me: It is open
Conscience: Close your chat windows
Me: B-b-but
Conscience: NOW!
Me: Fine. I'm going to work now. So leave me alone.
Conscience: Once you get past your first three urges to stop and get a snack, then I'll leave
Me: Fine
Conscience: Fine
Me: If Ne-Ce calls and says EJ's about to be born, I'm outta here
Conscience: Just edit, Gabrielle
Me: Fine. Right after I -
Conscience: NOW
Me: (closes chat windows and mournfully opens Word document)
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