I have come to the conclusion that the majority of people in Karachi who can and do drive do so like complete jackasses. This does not, by the way, exclude myself, but heck, I'm a beginner, what's your excuse?

My aunt asked my brother to tape a big "L" to the rear window of the car that I usually drive. My brother found this infinitely amusing and informed me right away just to watch my expression of horror. People are patronizingly understanding when it comes to "women drivers" as it is, and the last thing I need is a sign that shows I'm a rung lower than even "women drivers": a novice.

Life, in general, is good. I'm a bit afraid to comment on how well everything seems to be going, less I jinx it. Yeah, I'm wierd and superstitious that way. I had an odd dream where I was a part of a family stuck in the backstage area of a very large stage and everyone but me goes through the door that leads to the main stage and I can't find the door after they've all left and the clapping is over and done and everything's dark and quiet. Not so bad, when you compare it to other dreams I've had, the really bad ones, but in this one I actually get to live my life in non-linear flashes of living in a cluttered and lonely backstage area for the rest of life and being forced to eat anything to survive, including eventually my own flesh. Blame Stephen King for that gruesome image. I suppose the more disturbing thing is that I woke up and went about my day as usual after that. No lingering revulsion or occasional shudder as an image from my dream came back. How disturbed do you have to be to not have disturbing things disturb you as they once did anymore?