I'm breaking out. Of course. My social life is finally something besides acting like I'm waiting for someone at a bar, and now I'm embarrassed to be seen in public because it looks like I'm back in junior high. Then again, it could just be stress, which is ironic, don'tcha think?

It probably doesn't help that we get about ten minutes of daylight these days. It's hard to tell whether that's having an effect on my mood. I could just be grumpy independent of the weather, but I bet that I would be in a better mood if the sun were out. One thing I do know for sure, my sole plant, which I bought to add some life to the place, is dying. Perfect.

On the plus side, the evil bastard cold/flu that has been fighting for control of my brain for the past two weeks appears to be fading. It has succeeded in completely wrecking any semblance I had of a schedule, which is frustrating, but inevitable, I suppose. I should look on the bright side, though, maybe this is a clean slate and now I can start over unencumbered. Yeah, sure.

Anyway, I'm feeling groggy and congested, so maybe I should hit the sack. Probably. But what the hell do I know?