Where's My Privacy?, or Day 94 in Doha

So the Middle East is all about this "public sphere"/"private sphere" thing. In public, you wear an abaya or headscarf, you don't talk to guys you aren't related/married to, and you act demure.

Well, I don't really hold those same beliefs in general, but I would rather not cry or snap in public. Sadly, I've done both in the last few days (sorry about tonight, Khaled... literally twelve hours of programming in one day is more than I can handle).

While doing this immense amount of programming (and abusing my partner), I was on a bit of a Beach Boys kick. Harmonies that work well... unlike my program right now.