The other day I had a conversation with myself.  I do this frequently.  So far I haven’t been locked up, or committed, so until I’m threatened with a padded room in the looney wing located in the sub-basement of my local hospital, I’ll probably continue to have conversations with myself.  I’m quite interesting, unless I’m boring.  Then by default I’m not interesting.  In case you were wondering. I’ve been meaning to share some of my conversations with you guys, but I figured you’d think I was a nutter and you’d stop following my blog.  However, I changed my mind when my friend Mandy from South Your Mouth started blogging about her conversations with…