Scenario: Exiting the car and walking into Target, I exchange internal dialogue with myself as I glance into my purse.
Me: Do I have my wallet with me?
Me: Check.
Me: How about my cell phone?
Me: Check.
Me: I'm gonna kick my own ass. Look at that traffic ticket in there!
Me: Crap!
Me: Anxiety medication?
Me: Check.
Me: Depression medication?
Me: Check.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
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