March Madness

Not going to lie...I hate this time of year. I don't like that I'm tired to death of being inside, but it's not yet warm enough to go hang out in the sun. I don't like that spring still seems like it's probably months away. I'm tired of my same old winter clothes. And I don't like that I'm complaining so much.

I guess you could say I'm in a funk.

That being the case, oftentimes I feel like I don't really have that much worthwhile material to say, which ends up making me a dull conversationalist. That ends up leading to me feeling dreadfully inadequate as a person, silently shouting to the heavens something like, "Why oh why do I feel like a rock?!?" (Qualifier: yes, I am aware that rocks don't have feelings.)

Having said all of the above, I can. not. wait. until. spring.