In Which My Blog and I Debate a Matter

Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . . .

Fuse #8: Hey! Wakey wakey! How was Kidlit Drink Night?

Me: . . . . zzzzzzzzz . . . wha . . . what?

Fuse #8: Don't pull the sleepy librarian bit on me. You have a job to do. Report!

Me: Dude, I'm exhausted. I was with these awesome Queens librarians and they were talking all this stuff about Eleanore of Aquitaine and, man, I just couldn't keep up. I'm bushed.

Fuse #8: Uh-huh. Yours is such a hard life. Poor baby. You see this? This is the world's smallest violin playing a sad sad song for you. Details! Now!

Me: Can I do it tomorrow? I'm just so tuckered . . . .

Fuse #8: Tomorrow, huh? Is that the same tomorrow when you'll finally write another review of a book? When was the last one you wrote after all? Saturday? Am I imagining things or does your banner say you'll do one every day?

Me: I can't change the banner. It's on my friend Don's site...

Fuse #8: Puh-leeze. Like you've tried to take it down.

Me: Geez, can't a girl get some rest? I've been incredibly busy this week . . .

Fuse #8: Busy having lunches with Roaring Brook Press and socializing with your buddies, you mean. Oh yeah. You're swamped.

Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . . .

Fuse #8: WAKE UP! Can you promise to get this info out tomorrow?

Me: Um... (so very sleepy) .... do I have to? I'm seeing Spiderman 3 tonight and I don't know if I'll have time....

Fuse #8: (glowers)

Me: Okay, okay! All right! Tomorrow, I promise. Full details. Aquitaine and all. Cross my heart.

Fuse #8: Damn straight you will. A review wouldn't hurt either.

Me: (under breath) Doggone, bossy blog.