the red bull commercials don't warn you against roomies

[2am. The apartment is quiet. J is at her desk, lamps blaring, the sound of Ted's band from scrubs singing "Over the Rainbow" on repeat on her computer. Dr Kat knocks gently and comes in.]

J (clutching Red Bull): What does Freud think about art?

Dr Kat: I'm going to take a picture of you like that! With your pencil and your Freud and your Red Bull!

J (against glare of flashbulb): Didn't you study this?

Dr Kat (showing picture): Do you want to take it again? Your arm looks big.

J: This is due in ten hours!

Dr Kat (wanders away, muttering about time management, comes back): What are you blogging about? I can't say anything without the threat of being blogged! Don't write that! Your parents will think I'm mean to you!

J: You are mean to me. You made me go to the gym yesterday!

Dr Kat: [makes incredibly insightful comment about Freud and art; leaves before J can scribble it down.]