It Is A Gloomy Day.

A gloomy. Ass. Day.

I don't mind the cold, or even the rain--it's a welcome change from the molasses-like humidity and scorching sunlight of the last few days. The dark is what really gets to me. When I get up and go to work and I'm walking through the city at 8:45 and it still feels like dawn is just breaking? Not okay. You hear me, Weather-Demons? Not. Okay.

And it doesn't help that I walked 12.1 miles yesterday and now every time I take a step my legs wobble unsteadily and my knees cramp up. I look like a goddamn newborn calf. Or Bambi, or some shit like that.

Also, who the hell thought it was a good idea to name a deer Bambi? What does that even mean? Shut up, Disney, you racist fool.

I would like a leg massage, a cozy sweater, and a smoothie. Someone please arrange that. Thanks.