...and I have a narrator. Yes, you heard me - a narrator. Last night my dreams involved dramatic musical numbers, (and some dancing, bollywood style) and today they've become reality. A little voice in the back of my head is narrating my actions - in song! It sounds entertaining, but in reality it's annoying. And distracting. The music really isn't very good - no better than I could consciously write really (those of you who know me understand how terrible that really is), and it doesn't even rhyme! I totally understand that part though; I'll give a shiny new fresh-baked cookie to anyone who can come up with a rhyme for "second pharyngeal arch" (7th cranial nerve!) that scans. And I find myself singing as I do my stuff which is garnering some odd looks (tone deaf!). I also haven't been able to hold a conversation without a little bit of humming today, but that's normal.
What - me crazy?
quixotic
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