I hate the month of January. Plain and simple.
It’s a cold, gray, bleak month with nothing good going for it but a three-day-weekend on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. The rest of the time is spent hoping that February is a little less blah; a little less dreary.
Of course it doesn’t help that about 90% of my friends are all going on a cruise to the Carribean this weekend. You may remember that as the same cruise that I almost went on last year but backed out when common sense got the best of me and I realized there was no way in HELL I could afford it. Probably one of the smartest things I’ve ever done — though I really could use the sunshine, warm air, sunshine, hot boys in speedos, sunshine and… well you get the picture.
The problem with hearing all about this cruise is it only makes those of us left behind even more depressed that we have to be stuck in this shit-hole weather. They practically thumb their noses at us on the way to the airport. Gee thanks. Hope your ship doesn’t run into a tidal wave and flip upside down. Which, as you know, unless you’re Shelley Winters, you ain’t gonna survive! And trust me, most my friends are not Shelley Winters-sized individuals.
Adding insult to injury, this weekend the temperature is expected to plummet to single-digits or lower. Oh GOODY! Let’s make it gray and blah AND frigid!
You may note a slight tone of sarcasm to my words today. Well, yeah, I’m just a little down in the dumps. There are other reasons for this that I don’t want to write about right now, so I’ll just blame everything on the weather and maybe that will help.
I need a vacation!