How terribly fucking novel, I know. But Jesus, this cold is sapping my will to live. Or my will to leave my bed, at least.
It's tough getting out of bed when I have a bitterly cold walk and wait for the bus facing me. I need someone to drag my ass out of bed in the mornings. I'm tired of my feet being so cold my toes hurt. I'm tired of wearing a hat that's too tight. The fogged-up glasses. The layers and layers of clothes that leave me feeling like the Sta-Puft Marshmallow Man. Dry hands and chapped lips. My breath freezing in my hair or scarf. And it's so fucking dirty everywhere.
Of course, I had no problem getting up and going to yoga on Saturday morning when it was -13 with a windchill of ... I don't remember. Like -30? It was fucking cold. But I think I told everyone I talked to on Saturday that it really didn't seem all that bad outside. Funny how my attitude changes on the weekend and I'm making the choice to head out into the cold instead of being forced to do it.
It doesn't really help that this is the worst month of the year. In fact, the most depressing day of the year was on Monday. Sure, it's bullshit junk science. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, pretty much every day in January is the most depressing day of the year. There's really no need to pick just one. And it doesn't help that I'm stressed about my job, I'm broke and I'm still bitter about not being able to take time off after Christmas.
Help is on the way, though. It's going to warm up on Friday and into the weekend -- 25 will probably feel like 50 after the past several days. And February is just around the corner! My tax refund is on the way. This means I can buy my Wii! I mean, if I can find one. I get to go to Happy Hour with Muffy and JP next week. Just a week and a half until the Super Bowl. I'm trying to hoard my vacation days, but I can spare one for the day after the Super Bowl. Or at the very least I could work from home. Before I know it, my birthday will be here and things will be on the upswing all the way through toward Spring.
I just have to hold on for a little longer. I could use a hug, though. And booze. Lots of booze.