I'm pretty sure if i look out my window and at the thermometer I won't see the temp listed as any actual numberical value but rather it will just read "COLDER THAN HELL" instead. Yes, my people, winter has officially descended upon us and if ever there were a time when people ran the risk of freezing their genitals off, it would be now. We now enter the season most responsible for depression, suicide, and highly expensive vacations. Goodbye sunshine, beaches, and sandles; hello mittens, hats, scarves, colds, flu, the shakes, weight gain, misery, and diahrrea.
It's not even winter yet and I'm already counting down the months until spring time: 3 to go. And why is it that Februrary - the shortest month of the year - seems to be the longest and is always the coldest? February drags on and on and on....summer flies by. It makes no sense to me but whatever.
Yesterday saw me in a state of 'blah' followed by a little 'bleh' and 'meh' on the side. I was feeling restless for some mysterious reason and it didn't go over well with me. No matter what I did - or didn't do - i could't be satisfied and felt like i should be doing something else. I felt like I needed to spaz but even then, spazzing wouldn't help.
So i went to bed at 8pm.
And woke up at 9am.
I slept like a champ. A CHAMP I SAY! 13 glorious hours of nothing but sleep. And i feel tons better! I'm keeping myself occupied in my room by writing out herbal remedies to things (shut up, Ashley) and the like. Anything to give me a change of scenery that was yesterday. It's grey and miserable today but i feel a lot better and that's all that really matters to me!!!!
I can't think of anything else to write though. If i do, I shall post it, but until then, stay classy my kittens.