Honeysugar: How's it going?
Anorexia: Oh, its you again.
Honeysugar: Haven't seen a pen in your hand before. Writing home?
Anorexia: No, just writing.
Honeysugar: An author, hey? Have I wound up in any of your novels yet?
Anorexia: No, not yet, and its a play actualy.
Honeysugar: Realy? How's it going.
Anorexia: I'm working at it too much I think. A play should be exactly THAT. Play. Its when I'm
entertaining myself that I write my best words.
Honeysugar: So what's it called? The play.
Anorexia: The mishap. I've advertised it as an Oscar Wilde type play but its realy more like a Henry
James.
Honeysugar: That's a popular name.
Anorexia: Moreso than the author is I feel.
Honeysugar: So, you're stuck on this play. How're you gonna resolve it?
Anorexia: I'm feeling I mite have to climb inside it to help the two main characters out.
Honeysugar: They in trouble?
Anorexia: Only in that they can't get together. They're so mutualy attracted that they dislike each
other immensely.
Honeysugar: That's often the case. When we've done with hate, well then there's only love left
isn't there.
Anorexia: Quite rite.
Honeysugar: Yes, well now I have to hoover again.
Anorexia: Already?....If you don't mind I think I'll write you out for the present as I step inside
the vaccuum of The Mishap. I'll send someone back as my replacement. Byeeee.
Honeysugar: Oh, she's gone.