I talk to myself. I've done it as far back as I can recall. I remember as a little kid, maybe 6, walking around and around and around a tall tree stump in the backyard. There were roots that surfaced the ground in a little pattern and I would hop the pattern and talk to myself for hours. Well maybe not hours. A long time. Some undefined long period of time.
People who know me well are aware that I talk to myself. Thankfully, they hardly ever mention it.
So, I thought a blog would be just the thing. Kind of like a Pensieve. A place to store the silver threads of my endless thoughts. Maybe I will be less-often noticed at stop lights, chatting away to an enamored audience of one.
Happy reading!
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