I've come to realize that writing in this blog is only appealing when there's something else I should be doing like, for example, studying for an exam. It's ironic really. Now that I have nothing to do, I do nothing.
So here I am, forcing myself to write just so the hinges don't get rusty. There's something there. Something that wants to be unearthed and exposed to the world that is literature but I have yet to find the energy and motivation to dig it up.
Ah. To be young and lazy. 'Tis bliss.