wondering why , when it comes to a certain time of the year, I just kind of loose ambition for reading. I gaze at the bookcases, and visit the library, but I have little need or want to start something new. In fact I am struggling to finish what i have already started. I'm halfway through a sookiestackhouse book.. and up to this point they have all been hard to put down. but now i can't seem to want to pick it up. its not that I don't care.. i just have no feeling.
outside the weather is constantly changing. I don't know if i should dress for summer.. or for rain and gloom. why is this, I wonder?