Me: My muse has left me, seems he's off to bed.
Me: I s'pose I'll go head off myself -
Bilbo: Lets go write something!
Bilbo: I'm in the mood for an adventure - and what about that other me in my house? I need to know what he's doing there. And then there is the dinner Mei and I are cooking. Well, mainly me cooking, but I am teaching her.
Bilbo: Oh, and perhaps we can speak to Lion or Archer about another story to be told!
Bilbo: We'll just drop them a message; they will get it soon enough.
Me: Bilbo why can't I have nice things
Bilbo: I am a nice thing.
Me: Nasty hobbitses. Why are you my muse. Go away.
Bilbo: No, I will not go away. I wish to write, and so I shall.
Me: I just wondered for a moment if this is what my nightbloggings shall consist of. Me talking to my muse. Which technically means just talking to myself.
Me: Oh fine all right. Just a little longer.
Bilbo: Goodnight, I am heading to bed!
Me: *now wide awake* DAMMIT BILBO.