Common Sense: You know, I didn't appreciate that.
Me: YOU didn't appreciate that? I was a disaster! You were nowhere to be found!
CS: I was asleep! You put me to sleep like an old DOG.
Me: I didn't MEAN to, it was Dr. Douche's idea!
CS: So you didn't fare too well without me, eh?
Me: Oh don't get up on your high horse now, I was asleep for most of the time. And you don't exactly make it a habit of preventing me from walking into walls or falling down, so that didn't change either.
CS: *bats eyelashes* Did you miss me?
Me: I didn't realize you were gone! I didn't realize ANYTHING, don't you GET IT, I was doped to the GILLS, and had no CLUE as to what was going on!
CS: It was like when we were drunk all the time.
Me: But i I didn't WANT to be doped up. We WANTED to be drunk.
CS: Not all the time.
Me: WELL MOST OF THE TIME, don't lie, it makes the baby Jebuddah cry.
CS: Okay, we wanted to be drunk most of the time. But we didn't want this.
Me: No way.
CS: I am not happy with Dr. Douche.
Me: I'm going to kill him with FIRE.
CS: No you're not. We ARE going to have a very stern conversation with him.
Me: No we're not.
CS: YES WE ARE. You have to man up, girlie. Time to stand up to the doctor, look what he DID to you!
Me: Well he's a doctor and we're just a crazy person and what if he locks us up in the psych ward?
CS: He can't do that.
Me: He most certainly can! What if he says we're delusional and a threat to ourselves or someone else and puts us in the bin? I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE BIN.
CS: OMG, calm down, we are not going to the bin.
Me: I said I would kill him with fire!
CS: You said it in an imaginary conversation on the computer. It doesn't count.
Me: Ah mah gah, I'm going to the bin.
CS: YOU'RE NOT GOING TO THE BIN. You're having an argument with me, which means you're back to "normal." NO ONE IS GOING TO THE BIN.
Me: Okay. No one who lives in my head is going to the bin. Good, I don't want to go to the bin.
CS: So we're back to normal?
Me: As normal as all of us get.
CS: Thank Jebuddah.
Me: For realsies.