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So I’m happily warbling “Minnie the Moocher” in the shower this morning, all awake and fluffy because I dreamt all night that I was writing and anxiously checking my word count every couple of pages and by the time I woke up I’d gotten 15,000 words knocked out and I felt accomplished, even if it was only a dream, and I trip merrily out to the living room to go to work and see the spousal unit sitting on the couch, clutching his skull in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Said spousal unit cracks one eyelid at me and says, “I know you’re happy because you’re writing, but could you please save the singing in the shower for the weekends? The sound traveled right through the walls and into my brain.” Ha, like it’s my fault he stayed up way too late studying arcane algorithms and thus was not sufficiently prepared for my joyous state this fine a.m. Yeah, I know all those words are still in my head instead of scribbled in pixellated ink, but I’m clinging to the illusion… besides, he’d rather live with The Laughing Girl than with who I was a year ago at my old job in Hell’s 17th Circle ;->

*cross-posted to my NaNoWriMo blog – read it and weep for me*

Yeah, so I gave in and did another quiz – apparently, I’m Intellectual-Sexy:

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Says “You are the brains behind every operation, and it shows. The the precision in which you lure the boys in is unsurpassed. You need someone as intelligent as you, which seems to be your greatest problem, as noone is THAT smart. Maybe you should lighten up and simply enjoy things, like the rest of us neanderthals.” ROFL! Sure, and I have a nice personality too…

I just found this Letter From Egypt by P.J. O’Roarke in last month’s Atlantic Monthly – I have to offer a quote: “After ninety minutes in my tour van I realized: so vast is Cairo, there really is no way across it. At least no way with my eyes open. The traffic is too scary. We Americans, who invented traffic, are always being startled by the forms into which it has evolved around the world. (God, if he’s a Darwinian, may be similarly aghast at life.) But most foreign driving has the advantage of either brevity, in its breakneck pace, or safe if sorry periods of complete rest, in jam-ups. Cairenes achieve the prolonged bravado of NASCAR drivers while also turning any direction they want, in congestion worse than L.A.’s during an O.J. freeway chase.”

Heh. I love this – I loved riding around Lebanon for the same reason: it’s like being in a video game. My hubby thought I’d be freaked out but I was laughing and hollering commentary on all the other cars that narrowly missed us every which way. I can’t wait to go back for that reason – next time, I’m gonna drive!