I’m exhausted

You mean you’re tired.

No, I mean I’m exhausted.

So like very tired?

Tired enough to not deal with your bullshit today.

Oh really? Then how come we are having this conversation? You CHOSE this conversation. Not me, you.

Tired enough to not make rational choices, okay? Just, let me have this one.

Okay. What do you want to talk about?

I dunno, pick something

Hmm, how about what’s making you tired?

I swear other me, sometimes it feels like you are just using me as your therapist.

And?

I dunno. Also seems like at some point we switched seating while you went back to edit something, and now the therapist has become the therapee.

The therapist has become the therapy?

Not therapy, therapee. Like one who gets therapised.

Ah, so made up word for humour, gotcha.

Heh. Thanks for playing along even though you are me, and knew what I meant all along.

Anytime, bruv. Okay, this seems long enough to call it a post?

Yeppers.

See you tomorrow?

Yes. Or next year. Either Or.

Wouldn’t have it any other way