
Lydia: You totally can't go tap dancing tonight. You know that right?
Kate: I know. Stupid.

Kate: I'm totally going to go write Ewww Ointment.
(two minutes later)
(two minutes later)
Kate: Where?
Lydia: What?
Kate: Where is next week? Lydia: Uhhh... whuck?
Kate: I need make up too. You don't wear make up.Lydia: Kate?
Kate: Oh, I'm writing up "ointment" now. Ewww.Kate: Also, I'm heavily medicated. Hev-uh-leeeee.
Kate: Now I know how my dog feels
Kate: He feels awesome.
Kate: He also may possibly feel that the Afghani rugs in the house are moving.
Kate: Afghani rugs? Wouldn't they just be Afghan rugs? Or, dogs? Crap. What??Kate: This rug thing is starting to freak me out. Is is Afghani rugs made by Afghans? Or Afghan rugs made by Aghanis?
Kate: Either way. F**k.That doesn't seem to stop them from moving.
Kate: I like codeine.
Lydia: I... What... You need to... I'm calling.
At which point I called her house and woke her up because she had fallen asleep at her desk and was drooling on her keyboard.
The End.
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