I got the mean, ole', low-down February funk. That's me, above, in a photo that I didn't take or pay for, lying sadly in a raggedy ole' doorway. Sigh.
No particular reason. It's February, need I say more? I'm older, fatter, less blond, bored, tired and did I mention bored? Extremely bored.
I hate this month. I hate this time of year. I hate. Wait, I'm a hater! I should start participatin', not hatin'!