Saoirse1: Oh, are we blogging, then?
Saoirse2: Yeah, well, it's been a week. I mean we really should have blogged on Thursday-
Saoirse1: Ah, yes, the Birthday. Are you mentioning that?
Saoirse2: Uh-huh. I thought I'd say something like: "I am now half-way to thirty; fuck."
Saoirse1: You like that line.
Saoirse2: I do. I think it's the semi-colon.
Saoirse1: I think it sounds kind of stupid, really. Crude.
Saoirse2: You middle-class snob!
Saoirse1: Do I really need to explain Marxism to you-
Saoirse2: Oh, God, no. I know about the means of production already.
Saoirse1: If you say so. Hey! Maybe we should blog that.
Saoirse2: A political blog?
Saoirse1: Yeah! Why not?
Saoirse2: Because it's boring, that's why. You just miss debate club.
Saoirse1: Yes; I do. But so do you.
Saoirse2: I miss the people. You just miss the arguments.
Saoirse1: And? As great as Bookmarks is, there's not much to argue about.
Saoirse2: God, you're obsessed.
Saoirse1: You like arguing!
Saoirse2: I like shouting. Not the same thing, you know. You're all into the way it has a logic to it. An emotional logic.
Saoirse1: Look, anyway, we're meant to be writing a coherent blog post.
Saoirse2: I hate it when people refer to commenting as "posting"... We should mention lunch with Dominic and Joshua's birthday party.
Saoirse1: Advertise the lasagna of Silva's? Sure. It was a nice meal. So was the dinner party.
Saoirse2: Oh my god, caterpillar cake!
Saoirse1: Yes, and the caterpillar cake. (Smiling)
Saoirse2: Patronising.
Saoirse1: Sorry. What else has happened? Oh! Book club!
Saoirse2: Yes, I can't believe we're in a book club. Sure is you.
Saoirse1: It was great! I mean, you liked seeing Sanna and Dominic, and don't go and tell me you hate reading now!
Saoirse2: Of course I don't. It was fun, yes.
Saoirse1: Anything else? We should probably introduce OtherDominic?
Saoirse2: Why? I've met him twice!
Saoirse1: That's true. And I guess we don't really introduce people on this blog.
Saoirse2: No, we don't.
Saoirse1: That's it, isn't it? Has anything else happened?
Saoirse2: Micheal Rosen came into the shop!!!
Saoirse1: Oh, yes.
Saoirse2: I'm still starstrucked.
Saoirse1: But that's it, right? My Week (edited edition), by Saoirse?
Saoirse2: Mm.
Saoirse3: Oh, God, now I have to make this coherent. Ah, fuck it, I'm too tired. And maybe it'll work to just literally show my thoughts.

NOTES: Not literally how I think, although I do sometimes get the two separate personalities that are me arguing. Obviously, I have not included suppressed thoughts, nor ones that aren't in words.