--the current contents of my refrigerator. It's usually a traditional bachelor fridge, with just the booze, but I apparently need to thaw my books slowly to be sure of having killed any silverfish infestation.
(Story ideas are kind of like that. You throw them in the freezer — that is, a computer file — and forget about 'em, then one day bring one out and let it sit where the gray cells can warm up to it gradually.)
Meanwhile: It will be no surprise to you that I am known in the office as a bookworm. My well-meaning manager brought in a nice, thick compilation of his favorite author's works for me to read during my typing breaks. Naturally I feel some pressure to do this, which means that there really is no chance of getting in a few snippets here and there during the workday. Unless — naw, sneaking a notepad into the bathroom is really weird. Who knows what people will think you're taking notes on.