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DOC: You’re late.
LRE: Good to see you, too. I used my lunch for a facial today, thank you very much.
DOC: Why? You can’t afford that.
LRE: Why not? I can afford you.
DOC: You don’t pay me anything; I’m one of the many figments of your imagination.
LRE: I am very imaginative, aren’t I? I’m sorry that you’re jealous of my impressive imagination. It makes for better stories—as long as I don’t go off on too many tangents.
DOC: Do you go off on those often? Perhaps your multiple personalities start taking over your story telling.
LRE: I doubt it; I usually keep the OTHERS tied up in the corner. I let them out for exercise at night.
DOC: Must make for interesting dreams.
LRE: I did have a strange one a few nights ago. I was driving around town with an ex-fling whom I shall call California because that’s where many handsome men live.
DOC: Was it a good dream?
LRE: Sure; until I woke up and realized that it wasn’t real. Turns out, I wouldn’t mind if California happened to show back up in Utah and drive around town with me. I heard a rumor though that he was engaged or married so it’ll have to remain a dream relationship.
DOC: Do you have many of those? Because you should probably focus more on REAL relationships.
LRE: Since this is my blog, I can still read your asides and know what you’re thinking.
DOC: This is your blog?
LRE: Stop changing the subject. I have real relationships. In fact, I have so many real relationships, that I don’t know how to fit them all inside my place if I were to have a house warming party. My life is so difficult.
DOC: Well aren’t you little miss popular?
LRE: I think so, but sometimes I can’t tell if they’re real friends or made up like the dragons, elfs and bobcats my friend and I made up in sixth grade.
DOC: Was that a real friend—the one who made up friends with you?
LRE: This one, yes. I have a scar to prove it.
DOC: She scarred you?
LRE: It was on a dark and stormy night and the dog next door was blood thirsty for some white—very white—meat.
DOC: I like dark and stormy nights.
LRE: Me, too, but I was lying about that night. No storm, although it was dark. Last night, on the other hand, was dark AND stormy. Loved it. Once I finally got home to bed.
DOC: No wonder you look so tired.
LRE: Yeah, but it was worth it to stay up so late. Even if it made for light sleep and strange dreams.
DOC: Do you want to talk about your dreams?
LRE: Nah, this is getting too lengthy already and I don’t want to pay you anymore.
DOC: You don’t pay me.