TIRED BUT NOT TIRED BY JEFFREY LO
DAVID and RICHARD, roommates, eating their morning cereal.
RICHARD: You came home at what time?
DAVID: Yes, PM.
RICHARD: That’s late.
DAVID: I mean, not THAT late.
RICAHRD: I mean, pretty late.
DAVID: You were still awake. I heard you in your room.
RICHARD: Sure, but I was just streaming The Great British Bakeoff, bro. Real relaxing.
RICHARD: You were working.
DAVID: I mean, KINDA.
RICHARD: KINDA!? What does that even mean?
DAVID: I was at the gallery.
RICHARD: Ok, what were you doing specifically.
DAVID: I was working with Frost on hanging our pieces for the exhibit.
DAVID: That’s it.
RICHARD: That’s it?
RICHARD: Right. Ok. So you were working.
DAVID: Ok, fine I was working. What are you getting it?
RICHARD: What I’m getting at is you worked a long day! That’s all. You worked your shift at the coffee shop. Opening shift, right?
RICHARD: So you left here at 5 in the morning. Worked a shift. Then went to the gallery to work. You came back here at 11 PM. You worked that ENTIRE TIME.
DAVID: I mean…. After the work shift, it was the artwork.
RICHARD: Art. Work. You still worked.
RICHARD: All I’m saying is that you worked. When you were at the coffee shop you worked. When you were at the gallery you worked. Just two different kinds of work. All I’m saying is you worked ALL DAY last night. And you must be tired.
DAVID: … sure.
RICHARD: What? Aren’t you tired.
DAVID: But I was working on my art…
DAVID: So… I was tired… but not tired…
RICHARD picks up his bowl of cereal.
RICHARD: I don’t understand you.
END OF PLAY.