Perils of Waking Up

For the purposes of this entry, The Suz = me, and my conscience = That Bitch.

THAT BITCH: Wake up, Suz! We've got things to do!
THE SUZ: No, we really don't.
THAT BITCH: You need to run errands! And clean!
THE SUZ: Nah. I can clean later.
THAT BITCH: You've slept long enough!
THE SUZ: I was up until 3. I'm allowed to sleep in.
THAT BITCH: We have work to do!
THE SUZ: It's the weekend! I don't have to work!
THAT BITCH: DID YOU SEE THE QUEUE, WOMAN?
THE SUZ: I can look at it later...
THAT BITCH: It's almost noon! Get your ass out of bed, pick the clothing up off the floor or I'LL NEVER LET YOU LIVE THIS DOWN.
THE SUZ: Fuck off.

[The Suz proceeds to sleep more.]