hibernating

I feel like I've let monkeysoup! keel over dead the last couple of weeks. Let's just say that my creative juices are frozen, my motivation is stuck like a tongue to a flagpole, and my energy is hibernating like snoring grizzly. Such is life during wintertime (curse you, winter!), but I manage to survive most every time. Which means that I get older and continue to outgrow those shirts from junior high that I still have yet to stop wearing. But that's a good thing, right?

Right.

Sigh. It's time to write my paper, finish my reading (the professor wasn't lying when he said we'd be reading 3300 pages this semester for his class), sleep off my exhaustion, and snuggle with my gnomie.

Huzzah for yet another scintillating night.