After all the whining I did about not buying any more new books...it made no impact. So, I'm about 100 pages into A Long Way Down, the new novel by (who else?) Nick Hornby.

I'm also about halfway through the night..and...up and typing. I went to bed around...10:30...I guess. Woke up at around 2:30 and my stomach feels all weird. I thought I should sit upright for a while. Let things...settle. Or something.

So, yeah, it's, like, 3AM and I have nothing to do but surf the net. That's something that somehow seems weirder, and yet, more natural in the middle of the night. I can only imagine who else in the country is still up doing this. Because it's late everywhere now. (Katie Couric and Matt Lauer might still be asleep, even though I assume they must get up before the chickens everyday. Not that there are any chickens in New York City, mind you. But I bet they get up before, what's in NY? Street cleaners, maybe?)

Anyway, I've noticed this semi-trend with all the "young kids" out here on what the president calls the internets...putting up photos of their so-called workspace. This scares me a little. You know how every Wal-Mart feels basically the same? This is also true of the apartments of twentysomethings in America. There seems to always be this corner with computer crap shoved into it without any thought and wires and cables and cds and extraneous bits like speakers and scanners overflowing all over everything.

No point to my pointing this out, really. My stomach feels weird. And I need to go back to sleep.

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