Dear March. WTF?
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I’m not really sure what stick you have up your butt, March, but we’re gonna have some words. I feel like you’ve thrown a blanket over me and hidden me from the world, while making me unaware of the passage of time. I’ve not podcasted. I’ve barely blogged. I’m behind on writing. I haven’t been to kung fu or been running (in my defense, an old knee injury flared up and working out was ill-advised.) And we’re over halfway through with the month.
I don’t feel depressed per se, but I feel like all month I’ve been eating a big bowl of meh. WITH NO AWESOME SAUCE. I’m in a funk. And I blame you, March. You with your wind and your teasing of spring and your ways.
I mean, it’s not like nothing’s happened. My sites got hacked. I got some bad professional news. Jim went away for 5 days so I was single-parenting it.
But I will let no mere month defeat me. It’s March 17, and I’m posting a new podcast today, going to be blogging some, going for a run after I post this, and will stride forward with confidence. Cause you know months: you let them have their way once and they get uppity.
Fuck you, March. You’re not the boss of me.
Hugs ‘n Kisses,
Mur
Category: Personal
Best line: “I feel like all month I’ve been eating a big bowl of meh. WITH NO AWESOME SAUCE”.
I blogged about a similar funk recently…multiple times. Maybe it’s the end-of-winter blues. Here’s to kicking some ass!
RAWR!
Right there with you, Mur. Including the fact that I’m solo-parenting again this week.
RAR! That’s telling it! Go, Mur, go!
I was totally going to write a letter to 2010 telling it to stop being such a dick. It’s only March and I’m already on my second cold of the year and my appendix left me. What’s next, 2010??? I’ve got my eye on you!
So, yeah, No awesome sauce here either. I got a whole lot of meh. if anyone needs some.
I hope your knee is getting better. That really does suck. Hang in there, special lady!
Huzzah! March is a poo head.