It's cold as all hell out.
And the wind is blowing and rattleing all about with that very ominous tone. I don't like the way it makes my skin crawl, like something sinister is in the works.
I don't understand how some things in my life can be so friggin brilliant, while others are so completely fucked up. I guess I really have no right to complain about anything at all, but sometimes, it's just that there's something little missing that should be there, or that I'm just not completely caught on too. I don't know, maybe it's just the time of year, going through this all again. I'll figure it out someday. Probably not today.