Don’t all the best ideas come to us in the bathroom?
In an earlier post today I suggested that I should give my ED voice a name, then as I was drying off after my shower it came to me:
My ED Voice.
Its name is Dmitry.
Not a reflection on the man himself, you understand, I know nothing of his politics or character, but now whenever that voice pops into my head telling me things that I don’t need to hear, I can just say ‘shut up Dmitry’. For added effect, I could say it in a terrible Russian accent and/or picture myself punching him in the face.
And then of course, I need to do exactly the opposite of what he’s telling me to do.