So here's an amusing c@tch 22 (if you're into ironic humor. And who among you is not?):

We haven't been to the library in like, 3 months. My brain is beginning to be even more oatmealish than usual. I'm feeling like I make Cletus look like FDR.

And yet, any time I think of trying to get interested in a book, I simply can't muster up the enthusiasm. It's like "Books? meh."

Sometimes a vacation from living would be very very welcome.