I'm not in the mood to watch TV, not in the mood to mess around on the computer, and it's too danged early to go to bed.
The box of "
Feed Your Head" books hold no appeal, nor do the Lankhmar books that I put in the same box. Of course, the rest of my fiction is all tucked away in
quelonzia's garage, awaiting the purchase of satisfactory bookshelves.
I finished the last of
China Miéville's "Bas Lag" trilogy last week, and dropped it off at the Santa Clara library. I think I need to cruise back by there and pick up a Stack of Random, just to have something to occupy my brain in these late hours.