This week, I’ve been listening to my inner voice.
Not an audible voice speaking, but the voice that is me, speaking to myself inside my head.
And that voice does not say the sorts of things that I say to other people.
“Oh, for fucks SAKE” it harumphs, several times a day. It’s reacting to things that have gone wrong around the place. I’ve run out of milk. …
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