(Warning: This blog post is terribly boring and pointless and whiny. It’s better than watching The Bachelor with the girlfriend, but not by much. There will be no refunds if you decide to continue reading.)
A friend pointed out on Twitter that today is considered “Blue Monday,” the saddest day of the year. Of course, there’s no real science behind it, and this was just another gimmick thought up by a business to drum up sales, but it still struck me… I’ve not been myself the last week or two and it shows no signs of improvement. Is it the weather? Aftereffects of the multiple times I’ve caught a bug over the past five weeks? Perhaps it’s simply a self-fulfilling prophecy from spending too much time watching the clouds and counting the days until spring. Continue reading