It's 3:28 in the morning. Everyone went to bed a long time ago, so I've been amusing myself by clicking 'random' on xkcd for hours. Seriously. And I have come to two conclusions:
1. Randall Munroe is the kind of man (maybe the actual man, he's only 24) I want to marry, if I ever even become a dateable person again, which is unlikely.
2. I totally forgot that the very sentiment for which I love David Foster Wallace was articulated a couple years earlier in Sandman, and I don't know how I feel about this. Which is nerdier? Or does it matter?
P.S. God I'm such a creep.
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