When I am bored and disappointed I think, there is nothing left exciting to do in this world except love. But then I wonder, isn't that all there is to do in this world? And isn't that fabulous? Sure, there is routine and responsibility, but each week I so perfectly fold my laundry on the ping-pong table in my basement, smoothing out wrinkles till it's just right, because I love myself, really. I deserve the cleanest, neatest, best-smelling shirt in the whole damn world, and I'm going to give it to myself. So work is not so bad.