Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

This was the conversation my good and evil conscience had with me this morning.

Me: I don’t want to go for class.
GC: You have to go. C’mon. You’re already awake anyway.
BC: Bah … you won’t miss much, trust me … go back to sleep, you know you want to … Don’t make it hard for yourself …
GC: Hey, hey, you know you’ll feel like shit if you don’t go. ‘Sides, you’ll feel accomplished. Learned.
BC: Accomplished? Pooh. What’s the point, you don’t have to take their exams. You’re gonna extend another sem at USM anyhow.
GC: Your dad didn’t send you here to sleep!
BC: Yeah but what he don’t know don’t hurt.
GC: Don’t disappoint yourself, kiddo. Go for class.
BC: Just go back to sleep .. now there’s a good girl ..
Me: I really don’t want to go .. I couldn’t care less, okay …
GC: Fine. Suit yourself. Don’t go. Shoo. Go back to sleep.

One hour later Julia dragged her sorry ass to class anyway. Goddamed good conscience playing the guilt card. Dammit!

Good conscience is also buggering me to go for church on Sunday morning. We shall see who wins - the good or the hangover.

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