Ugh, you guys. It’s grey and February and cold.
I never have anything to write about in February because I go to work where I complain about February, then I come home where I complain about February. It’s just a catch-22 where it’s always February. [Yes, I know I'm using the term "catch-22" incorrectly, but it's February and I just want words and phrases to mean what I want them to mean. Stop being such a fart!]
At least two of the “jokes” in the previous paragraph are plagiarized from 30 Rock because I can’t be expected to think of witty things in February.
How are you holding up?