Today, I spent a great deal of my time reading up on Marcel Proust. He's said to be the quintessential 20th century writer, spending his life writing volumes of his novel that no one reads. "In search of lost time" really resonated with me.
It's 6am, and I had to explain the first chapter of Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone to a friend, made a few changes in their lingo. The results were pretty funny.