I think that sometimes when I stay up really late — absurdly late — what I'm really trying to do is put off tomorrow. I don't really have anything in particular I'm doing. I'm browsing the internet, I'm drinking lots of caffeine for no reason. I'm not watching a movie and feeling compelled to watch in its entirety; nor am I reading a particularly good book and staying up ridiculously late to finish off those last three great chapters.
This is not a good sign, not a good thing in general. This is a bad omen. Contrast with the Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman book which I absolutely loved. Incidentally, Terry Pratchett in particular should be much more popular in the US. The man is absolutely prolific and astoundingly entertaining in a geeky, quirky tongue-in-cheek sort of way not unlike possibly the most popular comic on the net right now(?) [whose letters add up to a certain awesome value when added together].
Digression. Recession.

