i'm gonna tear your walls down

kate and i decided last night that we would go for breakfast this morning. it sounded like a great plan, until this morning.

"yo dude." gansta inner voice, trying to be badass. "yer main man bono is singing. that means it be time to get yer ass outta bed and to the cafe."

"i don't want to go for food!" i tell it. and then roll over and around in order to shut off my alarm.

bono continues to sing. i fade away. then bono starts out again, a little more insistant.

"you gonna get yer arse outta bed for the cafe?" this could turn into a fight club moment very quickly if the voice doesn't shut up very soon. i curl my fist in anticipation. i have no qualms about hitting myself if ony to make the gansta leave so i can continue dozing in the borders of nod.

"the only way i'm getting out of this bed is if bono himself comes and gets me!" snarky and defensive.

"well, i'm going for food." wait a tick, that's not the voice, it's kate.

i suddenly wonder if i've been having this conversation outloud. no wonder people think i'm crazy.