these go to 11.

That awkward moment when you realize that it’s january and that the next two months are going to be awful, awful, awful.

I knew this was coming, this is how it is every winter. But Jesus ball shrinking Christ, why didn’t I move to California when I had the chance? What’s so bad about New Mexico besides the fact that is super far from everything? What about Europe? Why not Hawaii? What about the giant world of Not The North?
Winter, even when mild, is the worst, because the warm days have me wincing in anticipation of what’s inevitable.