Me: Just me. You know, the one we hope is leading our little ship towards the horizon.
Myself: Like, me, but different.
Everyone else in here: The others. The ones whispering all the good ideas, the bad ideas, and the ideas that get me into (and sometimes out of) trouble. The ones that keep track of where we are on the road so that when I finally snap back into it, the bunch of us didn’t run a red light, miss an exit, or just pull over and start whimpering.
What do all of us do?
Work. Sleep. Tri. Games.