Well Self, says I, we've had a fairly prosperous year. Yes, you have, thanks to me! And what's that supposed to mean(?) says I to self/me? Says self to me, "you know darn well that that dunderhead conscious can't think like I do and you sir, are out in the sticks without either of us." What can I say? Mr. Subconscious is right, even if he/she/it is an egotistical worm in my head! (I heard that!) My turn now...So Bite Me! (He, he, he.) Says Self,"how would you like a nice migrain headache?" Can't allow that...because Mr. Conscious heads that department not you smarty, so be nice! Says Self, well I do head up the hemorroid department---want an itch? That won't work either because if I stay up all night in misery well I'll just have to do more numbers for tomorrow and you are the one that'll have the brain quake and I know how to be mean too and I don't need a mouthy infant giving me more problems, now are you going to be nice? Says Self, "how about a nice cup of tea?" That's better my friend!

Have A Happy New Year

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