As Carol and I were sitting in the cockpit in the sun, nearing the half way point in our mileage, I was imagining hearing myself complain about the uncomfortable sea state we are experiencing and how I would respond to myself. Don't worry - no inanimate objects are talking back to me (yet).
Grumpy Me: I'm tired of it being lumpy. Where are the gentle long period ocean swells supposed to be? We never seem to find them, just confused lumpy weirdness or steep beam-to swells. I keep banging myself on crap and it's difficult to sleep.
Devil's Advocate: If I may summarize, you are complaining that there is some discomfort to your ocean crossing?
Grumpy Me: Rrrright.
Suck. It. Up.