I am so sorry, my very special people. This weather is sucking my will to live. It is August, but it is cloudy and in the low 60s. What in the holy hell? At least I don't feel guilty about not going out, since I have no money. This is the perfect weather to curl up into the fetal position and die.
I have nothing to write about. I am tapped. Nothing exciting. Nothing funny.
Click the hell out of here before I drag you down with me.