Apparently, it's officially the worst day of the year:
First, there is Jan. 24's distance from Christmas: way too far to look forward to, but way too recent to have recovered from financially. The misery of debt figures heavily in his equation.
So does weather. While the meteorologists are predicting a bright, warmish day today, you don't hear them saying, "Dig out the bikini - it'll be sunny with a high of 86!" No, January weather - even the amazingly good weather we had a few days ago - is still amazingly bad weather compared with pretty much all of spring, summer and fall.
I'll agree. I slept weird last night, and woke up later than I should've, but earlier than I needed to, leaving me with a weird, slightly out-of-phase with the world feeling for the rest of the day.
Ah, drugging your wife. I've been there. Careful though, it's a slippery slope. One day it's caffeine, the next you're rooting around the nightstand at two in the morning trying to find an adrenalin shot to counteract a valium overdose.
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