Unless.....
I sit here working, trying to concentrate, but voices abound inside my head. Random thoughts flit through my mind: "a meeting tonight," think I; "you need shaving cream," whispers my brain pan; "prepare for camping merit badge," says one voice; "stop daydreaming," scolds another.
Then a giant Wizard of Oz voice breaks through them all, screaming inside my head with fury and intensity. I could tell it had been lurking all day, waiting to pounce at just the right time, waiting until I had built up not a little smug satisfaction, waiting until I was literally bathing in a tub of self-righteous indignation. This was a voice I recognized, one of those many voices inside my head that delight in reminding me just what a goddamn moron I can be.
"MAYBE HE JOINED A PENNSYLVANIA UNIT, YOU IDIOT! Back in those days, each state had their own militias! Maybe McCullough was right and you were wrong!!!! I'll bet that never occurred to you!! Maybe Tench Tilghman moved from Maryland to Philadelphia to go into business with his uncle and he joined a Pennsylvania militia unit when the Revolutionary War began! Maybe that's why McCullough called him a "Pennsylvanian"!!! Did you ever think of that, bozo?"
I go back to work. I've learned to completely ignore the voices inside my head.
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