Creative Subconscious: Wake up, toots!
Bullish: Urmph. It’s five thirty in the morning.
Subconscious: Exactly! Time’s a-wasting!
Bullish: Maybe I wasn’t clear. Five thirty on a weekend morning.
Bullish: Well, I suppose I have to get up now, don’t I?!
Subconscious: You’ll thank me for cracking the whip when we’re pulling down six figures by the end of the year.
Bullish: Look, slave driver, we’re lucky we break the low five figures in our day job. And the only reason I’m getting up is to use the restroom.
Subconscious: Oh? So let me see if I got this right. You’ll answer the call of Mother Nature but let Creativity, Ingenuity and the Entrepreneurial Spirit fall by the wayside?
Bullish: Yep. And don’t you dare follow me into the restroom.
Subconscious: Face it, Bullish, you can’t shut me out.
Bullish: Fine. Maybe I can’t shut you out but could you at least shut up for ten seconds? You know I have a shy bladder. (ten seconds later) Very funny. I suppose you were the one to use the last roll of toilet paper without replacing it.
Subconscious: You’re the one who told me to shut up.
Bullish: Oh for fricks sake. You’re going to regret that.
Subconscious: Ooooo. I’m shivering in my skull.
Bullish: Nobody knows … the troubles I’ve seen. Nobody knows my sorrow …
Subconscious: Oh, please. Not the singing. Hey! Where are you going? You’re not going back to bed? You’re sitting down at the computer?! Oh, I am so proud of you! It’s such a thrill to be taken seriously at long last. We’re going to go places together, kid.
Bullish: You might want to dial down the euphoria. Just saying.
Subconscious: Why? We’re finally headed in the right direction, you and me.
Bullish: Think again, chump.
Subconscious: Wait. What? What’s that you’re typing? Those aren’t the ideas I woke you up for. That’s a post about …
Bullish: Don’t stop now. You’re on a roll.
Subconscious: Seriously? A blog post about the trials and tribulations of living with your ‘infernal’ subconscious? I thought you were bigger than that.
Bullish: Sometimes, its like you don’t know me at all.
Subconscious: That tears it. I don’t want to hear – or read – another word. I’m going back to bed.
Bullish: Oh. Don’t be like that. The day is young and the ink’s a-flowing.
Subconscious: Shut it, Missy. We’re through here.
Bullish: Finally! I thought I’d never get any peace and quiet.
Subconscious: You’ll miss me when I’m gone.
Bullish: I won’t know for sure until you actually leave. Move along now. Nothing to see here.
Subconscious: This isn’t over. I’ll get you my pretty. When you least expect it, I’ll rise up like -
Bullish (interrupting): Good grief. Exit stage left already.
Subconscious: grumble grumble snore snore zzzzzzzzz
Bullish: Now. Where was I? I thought I was writing something clever but I can’t quite seem to remember what it was. Hmmm. Let’s see … what was it?
Subconscious (nearly inaudible): Bwahahaha!