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I need to have a talk with my husband when he gets home. I was getting ready to take a shower, and I turned on the water to do the usual temperature-fiddlings . . . found out the hard way that the little button that switches from 'shower' to 'faucet' never got pushed. If I'd wanted a cold shower, I would've taken one intentionally, thankyouverymuch. Brrrrrrrrr.

In other news, Michael Savage is a dipshit. Pardon my French, but there's really no nicer way to phrase that. Though I can think of several that are less nice. I could've gone with 'dipshit dumbass dirtbag', but that would've been a waste of perfectly good alliteration.

And in better news, I got several notes written during the slow times at work today, so I think I might go ahead and start a new novel this afternoon. Or at least revise some character profiles. We'll see. :-)

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I had Phil Collins' song "Invisible Touch" stuck in my head this morning at work. And I wanted to actually listen to it when I got home, but I don't own it yet.

Put in a mixed CD, got to work typing out notes, and forgot about it. Until about five minutes ago, when in the middle of a song I turned off the CD and turned on the radio.

Not ten seconds later, guess which song came on.

I don't really know whether to be amused or freaked out. . .