Her: I had a terrible writing day.
Me: How's that?
Her: I'm totally blocked. The characters are pissed off. One of them actually told me this afternoon to get bent.
Her: I wanted him to do something and he just cold-cocked me and said: "Why should I do what you want me to do? Just so you can have a little drama in your plot? Piss off."
Me: Time for drinks.
Her: I wrote him as a teetotaler, but I'll give it a try.