What's on My Nightstand?

What with work, school and mr. mom duties, my real genius these days lies in tagging along in the reflected brilliance of the wise Strumpet ( www.strumpetslife.blogspot.com ). No end to the clever idea hooks and creative sparks therein, yo. Thus, I steal this from her.
What's on my nightstand? Well, that's a long and funky story...y'see, I live in a house of mess. My wife is a clutter-magnet, as are my kids. Me, I'm Mr.Mom...I spend my time picking up after the brood. I'm no anal-retentive neat-freak; far from it. But I hate seeing shit laying all over the house. I can Lysol and disinfect the whole house; but when there's piles of toys and clutter shit all over, it still looks like a pig-sty. A germ-free pigsty, sure...but still a pigsty.
I have one place where I relax my guard, and that's my side of the bed. Since I was a wee nipper, I've always been nicknamed 'the Nester', because I tend to make nests. I like blankets, and I like to read. So my side of the book is knee deep in piles of books. Literally. Notebooks full of bad poetry and short stories well started but never finished; comic books; D&D books (1st, 2nd, 3rd, 3.5, and 4th editions); textbooks, magazines, and most of all, plain old books.
So here's a quick sample from book-stack 1a, the one closest to the actual bed:
Jane Eyre (for school); Norton Anthology of English Lit (vol D and vol E); the ubiquitous TS Eliot; TX Hamme's the Sling and the Stone; 4th Edition Player's Handbook; Mencken's Treatise on the Gods; Jung's Man and His Symbols; Chris Hitchens' God is Not Greatand finally, capping off the stack, several issues of Guitar Player magazine.
It's not pretty. Obsessive, compulsive, eclectic, sure. But not pretty.
Oh yeah, there's an empty Yuengling lager bottle precariously balanced on top. Not only do I read in bed...sometimes I drink beer in bed.
I'm such a redneck sometimes.