i've chosen an odd time to hibernate. the mercury is climbing steadily and despite all the rain it feels like summer: yet now is when i find myself lacking in motivation. nothing comes out when i pick up a pen to draw or write, and all i ever really want to do is watch tv on the internet. the mess in my room is making me anxious but whenever i start picking up the bits and pieces to place them in their designated order (by colour, by author, by usefulness in crafting, by subject) i give up within a minute, overwhelmed by the size of the task at hand.