Food, books, people. @ 01:17 am
After the food came the "My god, I'm bored." bit - I was on the computer at work for nine hours, so the 'net wasn't going to be much fun; I have no videogames (civ 3 disappointed me bigtime); and I can't find my copy of the first volume of Lord of the Rings (which I'm gonna go see at 12:01am on Wednesday, yay!)
I have this big problem with a lot of books and movies - I remember them too well. Even if I adore a book to pieces, I usually can't stand to read it more than twice in an 18-month interval or so. My favorite authors are the rare exceptions - Roger Zelazny, Alfred Bester, Raymond Chandler, Iain Banks, and some of Stephen King's older stuff - but I've read practically everything they've done and I've read it so often that I feel I could give a fairly complete synopsis to all the stories. When I start forgetting the details, it's time to read them again.
The other problem I have is that I frequently find it difficult to 'get into' Literature-with-the-capital-L, because I don't give a rat's ass about most people (literary or not) and find tromping around after somebody's dull and sad life tiring, not inspirational or insightful. This kinda rules out most of the stuff you're supposed to read and appreciate in English Lit classes.
If it's a story where there's constant exposure to new things (like in sci-fi or fantasty) or a building sense of something (like in mystery or horror), I can get into it. But just reading about random people? Dull, dull, dull, dull.