My Inner Voice is a Jerk
Sometimes there's a tiny little voice that whispers to me, "Look at you with your khaki pants and matching socks and free Accidental Death and Dismemberment insurance coverage! You used to be different, you used to be somebody. Now you're just another cog in The Machine. I mean, sure, you seem to be doing okay on the surface, but at what price, Dr. Faustus?"
Sometimes that voice keeps me up all night.
Sometimes that voice keeps me up all night.