why...

is it 17 freezing degrees out?
does it feel like it's 17 freezing degrees in?
do i have so damn much work?
do i think i love the subject matter?
am i oh so uninspired to work on that so damn much work of which the subject matter i think i love?
am i so bleah-ed out of my brains?
do my self-enforced-discipline-by-way-of-externally-imposed-deadlines not seem to matter a tick anymore?