He’s just a boy you happen to write to, said her Third Thoughts.
Yes, well…
Yes, well… what? her Third Thoughts persisted. They were getting on Tiffany’s nerves. Your own brains ought to have the decency to be on your side!
Just “Yes, well…” okay? she thought angrily.
You’re not being very sensible about this.
Oh, really? Well, I’ve been sensible all day! I’ve been sensible for years! I think I’m owed five minutes of being really unreasonably angry, don’t you?

– sensibility | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith