SANGU 1:
But you're not writing! You're still stuck on Day Three of New Novel and you haven't gotten any further! Why aren't you writing?
SANGU 2:
Sangu, really, have you misplaced your eyes? It's almost Christmas! I have presents to worry about. Wrapping paper. Not to mention I - that is, we, both of us - are getting married in about six weeks. Possibly less. I'm too panicked to count. There is Too Much to Do!
SANGU 1:
Oh, I see. So now New Novel's being neglected for that stupid wedding. And Christmas. Hmpf.
SANGU 2:
Do shut up. I can't just ignore Real Life the whole of the holidays. I want to write, I do. But table plans aren't going to make themselves.
SANGU 1:
Why can't people just find an empty seat and sit down?
SANGU 2:
Clearly you're the unintelligent half of me.
SANGU 1:
I prefer reckless, thank you very much. Risk-taking. Fun, even. And look. It's been another half hour and you still haven't written anything.
SANGU 2:
Clearly you're also the half of me that isn't at risk of carpal tunnel.
