The Insomniac Papers, vol. 1
So, Plan B. I'm staying up all night. I'll do some cleaning--bedroom cleaning, bathroom cleaning, kitchen vacuuming, notebook organizing. I like cleaning, when I'm in the right mood; I like getting things done and I like being useful...and despite what my sometimes catastrophic room would have you think, I love neat-and-clean-ness. Play some music, have some tea, read Good Omens for a while (Neil Gaiman. Terry Pratchett. A comic novel about the Apocalypse. How could I go wrong?).
Listen to my new iPod, which is really my brother's old iPod. It's 20GB (my old one is 10GB--my sister has happily inherited it), and he gave it to me. I love that kid. Anyway, I loaded all my music onto my new 'Pod today and christened him Slim. He's a little bit cocky but also quite affectionate, and he has a great ear. He likes cereal a lot. (But then, who doesn't?)
And since I, ironically, delight in all things cynical and pessimistic, here's a little more R. Crumb: Life and Times:
"Though I might be very fond of particular individuals, humanity in general fills me with contempt and despair. I hate most of what passes for civilization. I hate the modern world."Heh. I just read this to my self-labeled-cynic little sister and she said, Yep.