Today will be a logical continuation of this frigid descent into Frigid Hell.
Today's Horoscope: Frigid Hell is where all the ice-trolls and abominable snowmen congregate to discuss how much fun it is to not be able to feel your fucking fingers.
There are days when I feel popped and sagging, all deflated. Today was definitely one of those days. It's not a bad thing, not always in any case, and especially not today. All the melatonin in the turkey and all the apathy in the world made me just want to go out and buy something stupid. (I didn't)
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