Things Aren't Exactly Coherent

INT. BRIGITTE'S DESK

Brigitte is playing with Celtx, that script writing software she found in the summer holidays. She doesn't call the summer holidays, the 'summer holidays'. They're the term 4 holidays, goddammit.

BRIGITTE (V.0.)

Argh. I really can't think of anything to write.

Brigitte rubs her eyes, her contacts are crying at her to come out and rest in their liquid filled case.

BRIGITTE (V.0.)

This is stupid. I need to think of something to write. I want to shower, and sleep.

She continues this script, but contemplates posting this as a blog, since it's a very, very cliched idea to be playing around with.

BRIGITTE (V.0.)

(scratching ear)

I don't know. I may as well end it here.

INT. BRIGITTE'S ROOM

Suddenly, Brigitte's archenemy, Captain Awkward bursts through her door.

BRIGITTE

What? How? Argh. How did you get in here, Captain Awkward?

Captain Awkward

The same way you did. The front door.

BRIGITTE

Who let you in?

CAPTAIN AWKWARD

Your mother did. Remember, I'm your alter ego.

BRIGITTE

Since when?

CAPTAIN AWKWARD

Since last year. You wanted a nicer nickname for yourself than 'Brig'.

BRIGITTE

Yeah. But-

CAPTAIN AWKWARD

Okay. I think that I've extended the script enough.

BRIGITTE

Sigh.