If it wasn’t for work, I would easily slip back into my nocturnal habits.

I’ve decided that my lack of inspiration for things largely stems from my lack of constant exposure to 1980s’ music. Aside from 80s’ fashion, I’ve got to say the 80s produced quite a lot of amazing things. Most of my favorite books come from the 80s, for example. Tanith Lee definitely reached the peak of her writing in that decade, as well as a few other writers. A lot of my favorite video games were born in the 80s, too.

Really, I’m more of a sucker for 90s’ productions, but there was something about the 80s that was just so…hopeful. Flying cars still had a chance to be the norm in 2000 when there were 20 years left till the new millennium. You could say “Twenty years from now, how do you think they’ll solve the problem of traffic with flying cars? Airway lanes like aeroplanes follow?” or “God, I can’t wait until we have robots to do the chores. Come on, Millennium!”

Damn, when was the last time you even thought the word “millennium”? That was such a huge deal back then. Everything was about the color silver that year, I feel like. Silver and partying. I mean, they were pretty lame parties for being, what was I? 12? And I was sick New Year’s Eve 2000, but I mean, just the vibe. The millennium was where it was at.

And that was the year that hope for the future died.

I mean, Jan 2, 2000 came around and did I have the robot doctor giving me apple juice and Tylenol? Was I doing homework on a portable computer panel and calling my friends on my videophone to go to the holographic movies?

Now all we have is “HELL’S WATERS WILL RISE HIGH AND GOD WILL CLEANSE THE EARTH A SECOND TIME IN 2012! THE MAYANS HAVE FORETOLD IT!”

I want more fantastical whimsy, god damn it! I don’t want to hear about realistic approaches to global warming! I want to hear about how the new plan is to create a terra-dome around the earth to act as the NEW ozone layer because we’re tiny genius god-babies! I want to know that in 20 years it won’t be flying CARS but little zeppelins toting us around with auto pilot and the ability to deconstruct into pocket-sized boxes.

Hell yes I want to be carried around in a mini blimp. You got a problem with that?

The 90s were like the last few years clinging to a denial that the future was never going to be as shiny as the chrome robots we dreamed of and that cyber fashion would die in the 80s. And as the 90s slowly approached the new millennium, it became a decade of depression and dirty laundry as grunge took over.

And you know what’s really stupid? I STILL keep misspelling millenium with only one “N.” WHAT THE HELL PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM?! Couldn’t you drill that one into my head a little deeper?! All I got out of you was a perfect recitation of the constitution because THAT has proven to be oh so important! Screw spelling, let’s memorize a document you won’t ever bring up in conversation more than maybe 15 times in your entire life outside of school unless you follow a career in law, in which case you’ll still feel like a tool every time you reference it because WHO KNOWS THE CONSTITUTION BY HEART YOU NANCY?

Man, I better take a few emotion-regulator capsules and settle down before I hop into my auto-REM unit or I’ll wake up and find a whole myriad of angry nightmares recorded on the D.R.E.A.M (Daily Recordings of Excess and Alternate-reality Mentations) machine.