It’s Furious Balancing

Nada. Zilch.  A big goose egg.  I don’t know if it’s my workload at the office, Daylight Saving Time, or what, but my brain is fried; my ability to write a coherent blog post has flown right out the window.

I can safely say it’s not Spring Fever.  Spring means allergies and mud and yard work.  Spring means that the horror of a Michigan Summer can’t be too far off.  It means mosquitoes, sweat, excessive daylight, and fighting the urge to wring the little feathered necks of those perky-perky-perky birds that start chirping at 4:00 in the fucking a.m.   Warm weather makes me cranky.

Welcome to my pre-Reverse-Seasonal-Affective-Disorder funk.  /sigh

I need Cadbury Creme Eggs.

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