I've been awake since 5:30

I think I'm done.  *boggle* 

Somewhere around 22,000 words, I estimate, and by no means finished--there's polishing and rearranging to be done--but the storyline is wrapped up.  The plot emerged on the third try and then attempted to strangle me, but I hammered it into submission.  

I still find this completely bizarre. 

Also, would someone please tell my muse that not everything mixes well with Labyrinth?  Thanks.  *eyeroll*  

Lines from tonight's family dinner

S: That's awful. 
Me:  It's obvious! 
A:  That's genius.  

Me:  It must be my birthday, you made me an artichoke! 

A:  My uncleing responsibilities have been revoked...

D:  It's like a silent movie, only reversed--just the sound, not the picture! 
A:  Like...radio.  

Me, on seeing the sparkling Shiraz:  Ooh, it's vampire champagne! 

M, cutting cake:  Do you want half of a third, or half of a quarter? 

D: He didn't steal them, he just relocated them. 
Me:  What exactly is your definition of stealing? 

A:  Is whipped cream coming out of her nose?  
Me:  You have to press the little button on the back of her neck for that. 

My ribs hurt.  It was a good dinner.