I’m halfway through Generation X, by Douglas Coupland. This is the third book I’ve read by him, and it’s the third book by him that I’m putting on my top 20 personal favorite list.
Just when life is taking a turn for the best, a pen explodes in the washer, leaving none of your clothes safe from its deep, dark blue wrath.
Last night, after I finished preparing for my performance class, I curled up on the floor exhausted and contemplated one or two mysteries of life. I think my caffeine-binges leave me in a constant low when the sun goes down, sometimes earlier. Gravity is different when it’s tucking you sweetly into your mattress. However, when you’re laying against a hard floor it pulls to remind you where you are. Like inverted puppet strings, it tugs every bit of you down on the cold, dense floor. Last night, I think I wished everyone in the world had a cozy bed to sleep on.
Stage Fright 