Whew, I should probably pull up from all the angst, anxiety, and self-loathing a bit, huh? I know this is usually the peak of my winter blues anyway, plus everything else. Hell, I'll even blame mercury retrograde for my lingering on the past. I even have had a couple high school dreams. 

Nothing like almost a foot of snow to get the birds worked up. I feel like there's a cloud of them around my house this morning. The blue jays are most ridiculous - I feel them peanuts alongside the crows so they have no real reason to complain, but they try to eat at the feeder I have set up for the little birds. They're always almost tipping it over with their fat asses.

My boss recently reminded me of gratitude journals, and maybe that's something I should work on when I'm writing in this thing, instead of just gushing my bad feelings. (Which I guess is therapeutic, but still.) I do feel grateful for my little house, sitting warm in a snowfall, and the pretty birds that share my yard with me.