These days, I just don't feel motivated to do anything.

My workout was terrible, I was tired and felt like I couldn't move dust... Well, I suppose I was a little motivated to read. I did read a little today, just about 1 hour, which isn't a lot at all, but it's more than I've been reading.

Overall, I just feel not-so-good, these days.

Also, reading Rousseau has gotten me a little... Well, not suicidal, I don't think I'm suicidal, but I'm definitely considering whether life is worth it. I guess my issue is mostly life in society... I do have that hermit streak in me. I think that's it. That's probably why I like A Psalm for the Wild-Built so much. I should probably re-read that, actually.

I wore my brown wool pants, today.