Going for a walk now. Taking those books back to the local library. Better than sex by Hunter S. Thompson, and Jack Maggs by Peter Carey. Not taking library books back is like a disease. I've had it for a few years now. Someone I lived with last year had it. When we moved out there was a still a copy of Dune from the Yarraville library sitting on the bench in the back room. It's dark out, so means it'll be shut and I won't have to walk in there and have them look at me and know I'm returning books I've had for three months. Just slide it in the chute and come home. Wonder if I'll run into anyone else returning books at 4 in the morning.