Nothing. Is. Happening to me.
Therefore, I have nothing to write about. I could bore you with how many loads of laundry I did over the weekend. I could numb you with an explanation of the unexpected psychological effects I am experiencing as I work through my OLRM class. I could nauseate you with more declarations of love. After all, I'm in it. Love I mean. Waaay in love. Solomon and his lover had nothing on me.
But I wouldn't do that--to you or to myself.
So help me out, please. What would you like to hear? What do I write? What do I say?
I freaking hate winter.