I love the Irish, minus their drunken rages. I have always wanted to visit Ireland, it's rain, it's rolling hills, it's Guinness (ok not really), it's history, it's accents, it's green, it's Ireland.
Paul said I should give this little voice a name, like Gerard or Colin. It would be funny but then I would be humanising said voice. I thought this little experience was funny enough to pass along and share. Voice doesn't have an image I can attribute to it. Yet it dictates my way through the day. When I put a virtual puzzle together, it criticises me; when I send an email, it adopts a pucker Irish accent.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
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