I'M Not Thinking About
...winter.
Or its long gray days...no, intolerably long, ugly, gray days that seemingly never end.
And I'm not thinking about the even longer dark days that will inevitably arrive,
like some annoying relative showing up uninvited and unwelcome on your doorstep.
I'm definitely not thinking about the 25' of snow outside my front door
or days so cold that it hurts just to breathe.
Nor am I thinking about how miserable it is just looking out my window
or how brutal it would be to venture beyond the front door.
Meh...who am I kidding?
I can't think of anything else.
Please, someone just shoot me.
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