Art Irritates Life

It’s due.

I know, I know.

Do you have anything?


Do you want to tell me about it?


Okay, okay!

Sorry. I’m stressed.

Because of-


We could do something else.

I really need to finish this.

How much do you have done?


Have you even started?

Clearly, I have not. Are you happy now?

I’m just trying to help.

I don’t think you can.

Let’s go for a walk.

Is it still cold out?

Well, yes.

Pass. Hard pass.

Are you hungry?


We could make something.


Or get delivery.

I hate delivery. I feel guilty about making someone come out in the cold and if the food is cold then I get pissed off and then feel even more guilty for being pissed off.

You have a complicated relationship with delivery.

I know.

Why not listen to some music?

Music is more a background thing.

All right then. Let’s watch something.

No. If it’s good I’ll just stew that I didn’t think of it first.

How about watching something bad?

Eww, no!

If it’s bad, maybe you can fix it?

It’s still not my idea!

We could fool around…

We could?

Of course, maybe you just need to let off some steam.



I’m not feeling… sexy.

I could help with that.

Ahhh. No.

What the actual fuck?


I’ve given you lots of options from food to sex and you rejected them all!

This isn’t easy for me either!

Oh, my apologies! I had no idea complaining was SO exhausting. It must be SO rough on you!

Well, it is!

It’s no day at the beach for me.

I’m sorry.

Sigh… I know.

I just don’t know what to say.

You did say I’m sorry. That’s a good start.

I mean on the page.

Right. Okay.

Everything seems pointless.

I’m going to go for a walk.

But it’s-

By myself.

Oh… Okay. When will you be back?

When I’m back.

That’s fair, I guess.

Try not to brood. I’ll be back later. Good bye.


Maybe this will work.

It’s due.

I know, I know.

Do you have anything?


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