Reading the wind-up bird chronicle, the last of the books I requisitioned from Nik. I would say that he loaned them to me if that was the truth.
After that I have the two Ballard books I bought in Melbourne, then I'm out of reading material. I could try going through some of the philisophical texts I've collected over the years and actually puzzling them out. Or I could go down the book store and order a thing or two.
I prefer being a reader these days. Writing's for the birds. And authors.