There is something in me, when the snow starts to fall, that changes. We had a very good autumn this year, and so the change stayed at bay for some time. But as soon as December hit, I saw the flakes drift down. And the change began.
I don't feel like reading. I have been forgetting to eat. I want to spend more time in solitude, but then feel lonely. Winter (which, here in the north, often lasts from November through April) makes a mess of me. I've been spending my days on things that don't require much brain power, i.e. TV watching, the internet, and Mario Kart 64. All my functioning capabilities are currently going into my job, which is in retail and therefore a gloomy ball of chaos at this time.