I didn't set out to write a weird existential column this morning, but hey: I'm fast asleep myself. Sue me when you wake up.
I read Charlie, one of the writers of the spectacular Nathan Barley, in the Guardian every time he has a column in there. He can be found in my horror-rich hyper-violent "guardian clippings" in the right sidebar.
Today's is especially good. It's what Atheists do instead of praying.