Can February just go away already?
I’m wearing so. many. clothes. I’m seriously freezing. And I should probably be working three jobs to pay for this monster heating bill that still leaves me chilled to the bone. It’s around this time of year that I really start questioning my life choices, or at least my choice to live somewhere that it’s actually dangerous to be outside for more than a few minutes.
I also find myself wanting to self-insulate with more brownies. Is that a problem?