dialogue with autumn girl

me: so, what are we doing? i'm supposed to be awake. that's part of why i ask you over.
autumn girl: maybe you are just being Boring. i blame the fact you are on the internet, checking your facebook.
me: hey, i watched little britain
autumn girl: doesn't count. hey, if you'd bothered to take advantage of me visiting earlier, in stead of scrubbing the hotplates in the kitchen, and doing the jigsaw, you'd not be pissed off at me.
me: hey, i'm not pissed off at you, or me, really. i like sleeping too. i was just hoping to be productive and focused for a bit longer
autumn girl: you could write an annotated bibliography of all the teen lesbian books you have?
me: i know this, we talked about this in the shower. we also planned an alternative thesis, and four different versions of it, from a web portal, to the viability of creating a series of links with the changing nature of the internet, and the way people use google. that's all good and well, autumn girl, but now i can barely keep my eyes open, and by all logic, i should be dancing with you for another few hours.
autumn girl: i dunno. it's weird eh?
me: why the fuck did i spend last time decorating my wall with fucking fairy lights?
autumn girl: hey, i'm not the brain. i just make things exciting for you, you know. jumping around, pointing, making you focus nice and clearly. it's not MY fault if you focus on decorating your damn wall with fairy lights rather than planning the not-yet-enrolled in masters thesis, or the year or so away PhD.
me: sorry, autumn girl.
autumn girl: that's ok.