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There are few things that bring me to strange quiet pleasure that I get from driving home in the middle of the night. I put the windows down, no matter what the temperature, crank the stero, and zoom along. I sing with the music, and just exist in this tiny, finite world for a few moments. I think I might make some mix cds, Driving with Amanda. (But they won't be as great as the real thing, with my bad singing. Though maybe you'd be happier without that.)

My sense of humor and balance has been restored. I've shaken off that frantic edge from work with some judiciious applications of conversation, relaxation, breakfast tacos and Nacho Libre. Will anyone far away from the Mexican border get the hilarity of Mexican wrestling or this movie?

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"She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit."
- W. Somerset Maugham

I woke up to rain. The grey light and thunder made for a slow, quiet morning. I'm disinclined to run errands. The wizard advocates purchasing this, but I don't even have a proper desk much less a need for a letter opener. Still, it's lovely. It's exactly something to use when stabbing someone in a fit of pique. Not that I plan on stabbing anyone, but just in the case the situation arises...

I feel good today. It's a wonder what a good night's sleep will do.

I'm at the corner of fucked up and evil

Sarah and I are having William Shatner Bad Movie Saturday. This means potato chips, brownie bites, sangria, and superbly bad and fun movies. So far we have watched Ginger Snaps and enjoyed "lycanthropy as a metaphor for puberty." Right now we are watching the incredibly French, incredibly hilarious weirdness that is Immortel. What's the best thing about bad movie saturday? Tyler screaming at the television. Mwuahahahaha.

I cut all my hair off. As soon as I figure out how to send the photos off my camera phone I'll share because it is super awesome and short.