But I'm tired. Write. It's late. It's 2:41 and i don't like odd numbers. Write. Come on, this sucks, i have work in the morning. Then hurry up. I don't have anything else to say though. You're whining. So what, it's almost 3 in the morning and I want to go to bed. What about what you've been hearing. The laughing, the high pitched chorus of something (screaming?) Stop. You're getting scared again, aren't you? STOP IT! Yea, I can feel it. Your eyes are itchy and watery and you are starting to get the nothing tickles. LEAVE ME ALONE. Then write. Fuck you. Oh great, that's original. I want to go to bed. Go ahead. I can't. I know. Come on. Pleeeeease. Just a little bit more. End on a good note, your reflection is still staring at you in the window even though you are looking at the screen. Does that scare you? Please stop. One more. Fine. One more.