The meaning of life (I)

I used to party allot. And every other night I drink or smoke or something myself to oblivion I found the meaning of life but always forget to write it down. Well, not always - once, drunk as a sailor, I set out to prove the genius of my nightly diatribes and I wrote some on paper. Needless to say, the next morning, it was hard to say what was more painful, the headache or the shame of reading the proof of my stupor glossolalia.
Anyway, I stop drinking alcohol after one night, while in a club, I took a cab and went home to move my car to a safer parking lot because it had a broken window (nothing unusual, every other week they would broke the passenger window an steal the GPS). Moved the car (5.30 AM) and went back to party. Next morning (afternoon really) woke up in a friend house, took a cab home, see no car, went to the police and report the car stolen...
Still I get these "epiphanies" late at night, somewere between reading and sleeping. For your delight, here are the latest:
1. I know how to best describe the shit I'm in: I live in a town that has no McDonalds!
2. It should be illegal to have both GNOME and KDE at the same time on a computer. After initial "KDE feaver" with desktop effects, transparency and all, yesterday I almost decided to move back to GNOME because it's cleaner and faster. Less than 12 hours later I'm reluctantly back to KDE because NetBeans 6.5 looks awfull in GNOME - cluttered, full of strange artefacts, plain ugly.
Both desktop environments are quite ok on their on and any flaws will be disregarded in absence of imediate comparison. Yet having them both only get's you in an endless dilema with the sole result that you end up hating either one of them.