I've been reading like a machine these last few months and completely, yet totally unintentionally, neglecting writing anything. My (hand written) journal, facebook, this journal. I've been seriously considering starting my own blog, but really, at the moment my life is far from interesting. I could make it a nostalgic thing: "I remember this one time ....at band camp..." Doubt anyone will find it remotely entertaining. I've never even been to band camp.
Being in between book series' has left this strange void in me. I just finished re-reading the last Harry Potter book last night. I really want to start reading The Son of Neptune, but so so