Conversations.

This is how my conversation with John, who is going away for the weekend, ended yesterday:

John: Happy Easter even though you don't believe in God and therefore the Resurrection.
Me: Yeah, but I believe in candy, so I'm all set!
John: ...

This is the conversation I just had with myself:

Me: I'm hungry.
Me: Bitch! Make me a sandwich.

I had grilled cheese.