you should all really read the patricidal bedside companion by k.s. haddock. i randomly picked it up at the library on monday, and it's such an entertaining book. nothing too particularly deep about it (it's about a guy obsessed with nietzche who decided he needs to kill his father...), but it's got some really screwy plot twists, and i see way too much of myself in both the protagonist and his crazy girlfriend. they're both so jaded, and so futile-ly adventurous, trying to escape that, and knowing deep down inside that they just can't, except for maybe each other, revelling in the fact that they both know it and both want to escape it and both can't...i'm degrading into babble here. just read the darn book.