The endless days of unemployment, no matter how anxious and penniless these may be, has reacquainted me with my readings. I finally finished 1Q84 this summer - after a grueling ten months of devouring in-between classes - so I took the opportunity (out of sheer boredom and desperation) to finally read other titles.
Collectively, the experience is surreal. Day after day of endless literature is enough to make me happy. Now if only I get paid to read all this.