Me: "Wow, I feel his pain. Some of what he writes there is just creepily familiar. I mean, you've heard me utter some of those same excuses almost verbatim."
RX: "And I maintain that writing a coherent narrative is only a matter of putting down one word after another until blood comes out of your eyes. Which really isn't a problem, unless you mind..."
Me: "...the whole part about blood coming out of your eyes, yeah."