Oh God. I came home today and because I can’t do anything but be lethargic, I picked up the book closest to the comfy green chair and started reading it. It was Douglas Coupland’s The Gum Thief. Thank the Lord for sending out The Gum Thief to me. I’m only twenty-one pages into the book (come on, I didn’t get home until five) and I’ve already laughed right out loud twice. TWICE! That’s pretty damn good, considering I spent a lot of time reading horrible student short fiction last night and didn’t laugh once — which wouldn’t be odd but for one of the titles having the words ‘a comic look’ at something or other in the title. Perhaps the author is being ironic because there wasn’t any funny that I could find in there. Also, maybe I am being harsh because my stories are often hella funny, or at least that’s what people tell me.
Good God, do you see all those words? I spent roughly seven and a half hours today staring at a computer screen trying to write about things and such and got no where. And here I am forty-five minutes outside of work rambling like a jackass because a book made me laugh.
Sure, sure I am super biased when it comes to Douglas “The Hugger” Coupland, but how wrong can a novel about two people who work at Staples (one a girl who wears black lipstick and the other a wannabe novelist) get?