So I was reading apace and came across a certain passage in Brisingr in which Eragon the dragonrider and Arya the elf are camped for the night and are discussing various things such as personal histories, tactics, and dragons. In the midst of this passage certain segments gave me pause. Specifically:

Arya signed a stop to the sentence she had been writing on the ground. Bending over, Eragon read, Adrift upon the sea of time, the lonely god wanders from shore to distant shore, upholding the laws of the stars above.
“What does it mean?”
“I don’t know,” she said, and smoothed out the line with a sweep of her arm.

....

With a flourish, she completed the latest sentence she had been working on. He tilted his head and sidled closer in order to decipher the glyphs she had inscribed. They read: The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of the balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.
“What prompted you to write this?”
“The thought that many things are not what they appear.” Dust billowed around her hand as she patted the ground, effacing the glyphs from the surface of the earth.

Do Arya's scribblings bring anything to your mind. Perchance a certain Lord of Time from a popular British science fiction programe? They certainly did to mine. After attempting to reason out how these live might relate to the story at hand, and failing to be able to think of aught but my friend of the bicardiovascular persuasion, I forgot about it. I finished the book at work and was perusing the acknowledgements of Christopher Paolini at the back of the book when I burst into laughter. For much to my surprise he had this to say:

Also, for those who understood the reference to a "lonely god" when Eragon and Arya are sitting around the campfire, my only excuse is that the Doctor can travel everywhere, even alternate realities.
    Hey, I'm a fan too!

Christopher Paolini is a Doctor Who fanboy. And with that sentence he made me fall in love with him. I love this book now. If I ever write a book, I'm totally going to put an obscure and wholly unrelated reference to Doctor Who in it. Hey, maybe I'll put random allusions to all my favorite t.v. shows. Doctor Who, Stargate, Chuck, Bleach, Death Note...everyone will love my book.
This made my day. I was really gloomy and depressed, but now all I have to think of is Christopher Paolini's rabid fanboyism and I start grinning uncontrollably. It's probably better than Patricia C. Wrede's Frying Pan of Doom.

So it turns out that the reason that I've been going to bed as soon as I get to work is not because work makes me tired, it's because the thought of working tomorrow makes me tired. Here it is, 2:00 am, and I am not tired. Well, I'm tired; my body is sore, my back aches, and I could sleep; but I have no desire to go to sleep.
It turns out that the vending machines at work only accept $1 bills (plus the funny money the company hand out). I found this out because I only had a $10 and a craving for Doritos at my 9:00 break. So after that I was hungry for the rest of my shift. For about the last hour of my shift I was pondering where I could go after work to get something to eat. Then my craving for Doritos turned into a craving for a nacho cheese chicken chalupa from Taco Bell. I couldn't find a Taco Bell until Mid Rivers which is like 20 minutes from work and like 5 minutes from my house. But by that point I didn't really care. I was sitting, I was shoeless, it was raining, and I was listening to Evanescence very loudly. That held me over until I got my chalupa which, no doubt, had been sitting under a heat lamp for several hours but made me very happy.
It was as I was finishing my chalupa, while still experiencing the aforementioned bliss, that I realised that I wasn't tired. I also had a strange desire to go to some sort of party. If I had known where there was a party, I would have gone. This seems to hint at some sort of missed potential or perhaps in some parallel universe there is Michelle that stays up partying all night, perhaps all those hours under the heat lamp and done something to my chalupa. As I pulled into my driveway I considered going and getting another chalupa but some strange sensible part of me prevailed and I did not. Instead I went inside, talked to Archie, mangled a box, and ate some powdered donettes instead. They were pretty good too. I tried to impart my late night food contentment and partying desires to Archie by letting him lick my powdered fingers and giving him a piece of Dr. Pepper ice; while he seemed to enjoy it at the time, he's now fallen asleep and is taking up a good portion of my bed. I suppose I shall attempt to sleep now. I have to buy a pillow in the morning. When you have to work ten hours a day, and sleep eight, there just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day anymore.