I hate November. I hate hating everything, even the stuff I love.

I want to put on my most comfortable pj's, curl myslef up in bed, and sleep straight through until spring.

I wish that everyone else's bad moods comforted me, either in a supportive "I'm not alone" sense, or---yes, sorry---even a schadenfreude sense But they only make me feel more hopeless.

How about that old misery loves company thing? Huh? HUH?! Does that work for anybody?

Didn't think so. Oh well.

xox