And then your brain pulls that sucker punch of growed upness: "Don't forget next month you're paying both rent and a mortgage while your new house is being renovated. Poetry isn't going to pay the bills."
heart: "It could."
brain: "Not as well as software engineering."
heart: "Then let's work on our own programs!"
brain: "That would be great, but you ignored the most important issue: Bills. In the present tense."
heart: "Forget the bills! Let's run away to live in the forest and carve poetry on trees; eat wild berries and moon-bathe with deer!"
brain: "It's almost 10:30 PM, and we need to get that bug fixed."
heart: "In the forest we will embrace bugs!"
brain: "Seriously. If you want to move into our new house -- with all that land to garden and enjoy... and raise a family on -- we need to get to work."
heart: "I know. I know..."
... yeah, my innardialogue is a lot like Dharma & Greg.