I woke up this morning at 5:00. Started singing at the top of my lungs. Dance-walked to the shower. Sang at the top of my lungs there, too. The usual morning routine.

What's that? What was I singing? NEVER YOU MIND what I was singing. It doesn't matter for the story.

Ugh. Fine. I can tell you won't be able to focus on anything else until I tell you. It was "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got! I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the bl--"

No. You know what. I'm going back to my initial position. It doesn't matter. Guys. I still know where I came from.

Kurt was screaming for the insanity to stop by about 5:15.


I went in and found Kurt in bed and gave him the usual emphatic morning speech I give him around this time every day.

"Good morning baby sunshine! Today is a BRAND NEW DAY! Today is the FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! Remember who you are and what you stand for!"

Then I pinch his cheeks.

The entire time he stares at me with a look on his face that I imagine most people have in prison.

I'm starting to wonder whether I'll be able to list Kurt as a roommate reference later. You guys, I've burned a lot of roommate bridges over the years and don't have many roommate reference possibilities left. Fortunately Daniel was 98 times weirder than I was so we have sort of an unspoken agreement that whenever anyone asks one of us about whether the other of us was pleasant to live with, LIE.

But I was happy this morning. Like I always seem to be in the mornings lately. Then I walked outside.

What. The. Hell.

Remember when I walked out of my apartment to this (pictured below) every morning? (WHY OH WHY DID I EVER COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW HOT IT WAS IN PALAU?)

I need help. Help me. Help please. I can't. Just can't.
Dear fellow winter haters: what do you do to survive November through March?
~It Just Gets Stranger