Books.

See all those books? See them? Look at them. Mocking me. I should be reading them instead of writing about reading them, but for some reason I'm in a literary funk and can't seem to bring myself to pick one up and just go with it. I LOVE reading my books, it makes me feel smart and worldly, but lately all's I seem to have the energy and attention span to read is glossy, unsophisticated, punk-ass magazines with celebrities on the covers. What the Hell is wrong with me?