Insomnia. You are a gigantic bastard. Seriously. There is no reason for you to exist, particularly not on SUNDAY NIGHT when only 24 hours earlier it would have been more tolerable. I'm already tired. Now I'm loopy, too, from lack of sleep. Flip off, insomnia. Flip off.
Gift Lists. If I knew what I wanted, I would already have it. Jesus. [This does not exempt you from giving me a list of things you want. Let's be serious, here. I'm out of ideas.]
Global Warming. For all the regular reasons [shrinking ice caps, drowning polar bears] but also because you lull me into thinking that this mild-ish weather will last all winter. Even though I live in the North. Every year, you donkey punch me with shitty cold fronts and I'm getting tired of it.
What have you go this week?
Hey!!! Finally!!! It's the end of the Raw Photos Contest. You want to enter and win, don't you? It's like your own little present to yourself and the universe and everyone will know how fucking awesome you are.