It's January the 73rd, and all the clocks are striking fuck this.
A few more days of this winter and I may have to breathe in car exhaust until dead. It's April, pollen is everywhere, and snowed last night. The house is freezing and I am so depressed. My nose is running. Everything is wrong. I am on basically a BOX of antidepressants but I am still filled with dread and the cold doesn't help. Also, our taxes this year are twice what they were last year, and I want to bash a wall in. We're as poor as fresh-squeezed turnips and yet we owe more taxes every year.
I'm going to go return some stuff to Lowe's leftover from installing a new water heater, because yes, there was also that expense last week. Then it's off to get cat food. Ford's going to make me take a cold-walk in the mud woods for exercise later, so at least I have that extreme discomfort to look forward to. There is nothing to be happy about ever again.