There are little voices carrying on little conversations in my head much of the day. As I frequently hear them in that twilight time between asleep and awake, morning and evening, I assume they are chattering away all night as well. For the most part I ignore them. They don't speak to me, I don't speak to them. But occasionally one of them says something so funny or so profound that it attracts my attention. And then sometimes ....
I don't know why this still bothers me, but I just can't seem to let it go. A couple of weeks ago while I was working on a computer project, one of the women said, in a rather snide voice, "At least this time he brought sandwiches."
What? What? Who brought sandwiches? and why? Are they having a picnic in my head? Is it party time and I wasn't invited?
I hate being left out of things.
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