Trufax

I have spent the last couple of weeks inhaling a new fictional universe.

(Fabulous.)

I thought so, yes.

(Instead of accomplishing anything.)

Wouldn't say that, necessarily. Personal record, you know.

(Anything useful. Like finding a job. With which to earn money. Which you desperately need.)

Killjoy. I painted the trim in my room. Kept my room relatively clean. 

(Relatively being the operative word.)

No pleasing you, is there?

(Of course not.) 

Because you're me.

(And I have standards.)

To which I never, ever live up.

(Precisely so.)

...Fabulous.