Lately, 'sloth' has been more than appropriate as a nickname - Wikipedia tells me it's more than just laziness, it's apathy and joylessness too, a giving in to entropy. I want to blame feeling this way on a lot of external factors (school was on strike, RaceFail was pretty damn depressing, far from home, various global disasters), but mostly I think I'm still just sad. It hits me at really random moments. I think grief is one of those things, you breathe it in and don't breathe it out, it sets down roots and vines and twines inside you and doesn't let go, when you move it moves with you. 

Well, well, I'll attempt to kickstart the creativity again in the hopes of beating down my slothful ways. 

/whining